I am worth

what if I don't create anything

no words, or laughter, or prowess.

I surround myself with creators

who are excellent

and consider myself part of them,

or I surround myself with people who create nothing

and then I create something small, and feel better than them

I am not excellent

but I am better than at least one at something

and that combined with many intangibles makes me better

than at least one

and I of course am not as good as that one

and that gives me grounds for feeling humble

though I quickly pull forth a startlingly complex equation

of many intangibles to make myself better than that one at

other things

this passes quietly inside me

comforts me without my spirit catching wind

and I move forward, feeling good about my place in the world

until someone else creates something excellent, and

I have to start adding it all up again.

The obsession with comparing ourselves to one another is 

possibly our deepest curse.  It is a richest poison.