I’ve been slowly reading through The Ascent of Humanity
the last few weeks. I read a little and think about it then read some more. I’m not sure I agree with everything in the book, and I suspect the author would be pleased about that, but it makes me think.
At one point, he discusses the fact that we often define our worth by how much we can work or how much money we can make in our lifetime. Hence the reason that so many who have a chronic illness find themselves feeling worth less–quite literally there may be some subconscious level of this. I think it’s something to ponder because those with chronic illness do struggle with feelings of self worth. If we are beings, why do we always have to be doing? So why does sickness make us worth less if we just have to be anyway?