For those I’ve lost, those I’ve left, those I hurt and all those I walked by leaving the potential of future loves forever spinning in the realm of might have been.

How do you measure the value of a life?
Day by day meticulously noting defeats and victories
Tallying the binary source code of your programmed life?
Or is value found in the flavor of the moment?
The act of following an arbitrary scheme based on the imperfect grasp of life as preposterous as a grain of sand claiming ruler ship over the Sahara ?
Should we let go
Or hold tight ?
Stand fast at the battlements of our conceited truths as if to repel the wind?
Reject all definitions and formulae for the squalid darkness we all escaped by the light of reason?
Is there truly any life without value ?
No don’t groan at this imagined platitude, gird your mental loins against the sigh fuming to escape your cynical lips.
Value to whom?
To the life itself ?
To humanity at large ?
How anthropometric of me...
What of the other flora, fauna, what of the millions of skin mites you unknowingly extinguish when slapping a mosquitoe on your arm ?
Genocide ?
Are you Hitler to the skin mites?