I recall a bit funny to my senses a game we played long ago in kindergarden. We were asked what do we think we are... as a value, as a measure unit. The answers were entertaining for the teachers, cause we were either a fruit, or something untouchable as a star.
Growing up I've learned that every person has it's price. Being it direct remuneration or another type of compensatory payment, most if not all have their border. Past that anyone in their life becomes tradeable. Exchanged in a way or another for profit. And I'm not talking about jobs or something like that. I'm talking about the pure role that a payment system intervenes between two or more people.
I don't know exactly what's my buyout. Have never put myself yet in that position. All that I know, is that there are things that I won't sell or trade in any form. Things that by doing so will compromise my already damaged self-esteem, and trample my system of values.
What I do know,is recently I've found the price that someone would trade me for. Let's say I'll live forty more years.In that aspect, the price I'm sold for is almost half of a milion euros.
Give or take some according to market, exchange rates, etc.
So I'm for sale. I've been put for sale. And I know I'm nothing great, but if you buy me, you'll see that you have done the right thing in the end. I might not last long, I have no warranty, sometimes I snap, now and then I need repairs. Unpredictable you might say. But, my dear buyer, rest assured for one thing. I won't forget what you did for me. I will never sell you.
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