Do you believe me? Do you believe that you are worth more then any amount of money, that could signify great worth. That everything about you has always been immeasurable. From the moments you opened your eyes to the moments you spoke from your very own lips. About things that touched parts of you that you didn’t know could feel. To the things that drowned and bent parts of you that you thought and felt had always been crooked. To the waves that washed over pieces of your heart and mind, that had long been soiled with the dirt of yesterday, tomorrow, and blood from the fights. Fights against principles, forces. Your own demons in your own places. You’ve always been immeasurable. You cant begin to mark human beings with beating hearts that cry for the wrong, and smile for the moments of justice and pure untouched kindness that still continue to circulate in this obscure world. Would you believe me if I said you were invaluable. Because that’s what miracles are. Precious, fleeting things that no one has control over. So majestic no one individual can ever possess one of his own. You are immeasurable.
Maggie Pemba