Why do we try so hard to be like everybody else or to be somebody else?
What is it?
We are not copies of each other… but we try so hard to be, to fit in.
We long for BElongINg, when all we need is to Be In BeIng.
From our fingerprints to our irises, through our minds and in our hearts—each one of us is so different. So ineffably remarkable.
And it’s surprising… no, it’s shocking… how we covet a rare gem, but we do not see ourselves as priceless—yet we are.
You see, a gem lives for thousands of years without giving a smile that warms a heart.
It never holds a trembling hand.
It never softens a hard day.
Nor will it ever love someone back to life.
Yet, we call it priceless.
We live in a society built on supply and demand. One that puts a higher value on certain achievements, specific roles, and the number of accomplishments.
A society — where we label and price everything based on rarity, availability, and how many exist…
…but we don’t value ourselves the same.
Like a “limited-edition” item considered of greater value because only a few are made.
But you are not “limited-edition”.
You are the one and only edition.
Only one version of you will ever exist.
No reprint. No replacement. No restock.
You cannot be cloned!
And if rarity is what makes something valuable—
then what does that make you?
Somewhere along the way – before we can answer that – we are handed a script and told it is priceless.
Priceless to whom?
The first edition comes at a time of innocent vulnerability. It’s filled with labels to live by: girl/boy, chubby/thin, good/bad, smart and not so smart.
The second edition includes excerpts from environment and society with bigger roles and labels: terrible twos, irresponsible teen, nerd, outcast, blue-collar, executive. Topped off with comparison charts: hard-worker vs. lazy, too old vs. too young…
The final edition, the ultimatum—filled with endless expectations.
Expectations to carry burdens that aren’t ours.
To hold up a life we didn’t choose.
To perform, to prove, to pretend.
This is do or lose. In or out. It’s acceptance or rejection. It is the silencer.
That weight of the script, no matter its edition, is too heavy for anyone at any age to carry.
We are so busy trying to increase and improve our value we lose sight. We suffer and quietly continue to read the script to ourselves. All the while, echoes of ‘suck it up’, ‘get over it’, or my personal favorite, “it could be worse” silence our inner author.
So I stand.
I speak.
I write my letters for you, to you—
in hopes that you too will see your value.
And sometimes the proof isn’t dramatic. Sometimes it’s small.
Like the mug my daughter gave me.
It sat there like an object. Like a thing.
Until I looked at it through Caware eyes—
and suddenly it wasn’t a mug.
It was love.
It was her hands.
It was a moment she chose me.
It was a gift I almost missed because I was living by the script instead of living with its value.
Because there’s only one of you.
That is the true value of your prIce.
Priceless.
Now you See… this is what mI Caware BeIng is about.
Not glaring at a reflection like it’s a verdict.
Not forcing yourself to recognize a version you were told to be.
The only way to truly see yourself is to step in.
Step into your priceless, ineffable BeIng.
So what’s the price?
No really… what is your prIce?