Origin of Value
I recently came to the realization that I have always sought value from external sources. I found value in my services to others, whether seen or not. Growing up I never noticed anything wrong in this, as altruism is often said to be the greatest virtue. As an unintended consequence, however, I never took the time to find value in myself.
I am an avoidant person, and this blog is dedicated to understanding and hopefully overcoming this most damaging part of my life. Today I am discussing the nature of "value" as it relates to us on an emotional and philosophical level.
Beyond just seeking the approval of others, I was also raised to be happy and spread joy wherever I could. I see now that these two concepts became very intertwined in my head, and this is where the problems begin. For the most part, this isn't an issue, but in extreme circumstances where you can't cheer someone up, I crumble. I am only confident and determined so long as I have value, but when everyone around me is sad, I lose all sense of value become a pile of pity, unable to help anyone.
It is the same for most anything I avoid. If it is negative, I perceive it as having negative value and something worth avoiding. Low bank account? That's bad, so don't look at it. Mind you, this is rarely if ever conscious, which is why I'm trying to make it conscious here.
Long story short, the answer I came to was this: all value comes from pain and its reduction, cessation, and prevention. In a way, isn't that all happiness is? Every goal, desire, or instinct is attempting to have one of these effects on pain, whether it's having a job to ward off starvation, finding love to not feel the pain of loneliness, or even just playing games to stave off the pain of boredom. Solitary confinement is punishment for a reason. In fact, as I recently learned, physical and emotional pain are experienced in the exact same way in the brain.
So, did I ever care about my own pain and suffering? No, no I did not.
And that's where I find myself. I have been chasing the wellbeing and goals of others who were either more aware of their pain or had clearer ideas of how to tackle it, and in a way fed off of their relief, instead of ever trying to do so for myself. Even now I struggle to identify what pains I feel, even just psychological. My outbursts and compulsions tell me there is some pain buried in my subconscious; I just have to find it.













