There is no price for who you are or for what you are.
The minute you put a price to yourself you're equitted to something materialistic.
Your whole existence cannot be brought down to the value of something.
You are priceless. Your value is worth so much more.
Every day, Wanjiku buys a newspaper, looks at the front page, and discards it. One day, the vendor asks, "Why do you keep doing this?" She replies, "I'm looking for an obituary." He says, "But obituaries aren't on the front page!" She responds, "The one I'm waiting for will be."