What Are You Worth?

What are you worth?

It’s not a thought that often crosses the forefront of our mind, but I’d wager that for many, an arbitrary value exists somewhere in the recesses of thought.

This topic was brought about by a conversation I had with some close friends, where I proposed them the following scenario with a single question;


“Suppose you are diagnosed with a chronic illness. And unfortunately, the doctor informs you that this illness will bring about your imminent demise. In fact, you will die, tomorrow.

However, the doctor informs you that while there is no cure, there is a treatment, in the form of a single pill. Now what this pill does, is keep you effectively staving off the effects of the disease, for one day.

There are many of these pills, and they are readily available to you. The pill cannot be stacked, but it will work continuously.

i.e. You cannot take six pills and live for six more days, but for every pill you take, you get to live for one more day, specifically the following. So you must take this pill every morning, to continue living for the rest of that day.

Now for the question; at what cost, do you STOP paying for the pill?”

*Perhaps answer the question for yourself, before reading any further.


I found this such an interesting question to pose to my close friends, particularly because of the first response I got, when I had asked a clearly startled colleague

Although I am not afraid of death, and in fact, I struggle to identify when you can even call someone truly dead (a topic for another day), I still would always answer – “I would pay anything for the pill.”

I assumed this was an obvious answer, that everyone has the same zest and desire for life, and that my colleague would respond in kind. But instead she replied, “Nothing. I would not pay anything for that pill.”

I was shocked. This completely bewildered me. My colleague doesn’t come across as an unhappy person, and yet I must confess, this was my immediate reaction, although I did not vocalise it. But then immediately, she followed it up with, “I wouldn’t want to leave anyone behind, with a burden of paying for that medicine.”

In a roller-coaster of emotion, I now felt incredibly selfish. I had not even considered the people I would leave behind. In my mind, I thought I would do anything to continue paying for that pill, in the sense of I would accept every inch of the responsibility. But then on further examination of my conscience, I think even if I did leave a burden upon the living… I don’t know. I think my answer still might be “I would do anything for that pill.”

While I cannot know for certain, and it is indeed all a thought experiment, I cannot think of a time when I would condemn myself, to my final day on Earth, voluntarily.

And yet, I then decided to propose a different scenario upon myself alone, based on the famous trolley question;


“Suppose I am working in a laboratory, and there is an accident with a spilled contaminant. This contaminant bubbles and breathes gas into the lab. This chemical is lethal when inhaled.

You and your lab partner, the only people in the room, rush to the two hazmat suits in the corner. But unfortunately as you get there, you discover one suit has been ripped, and is rendered useless.

The person who does not wear the suit, will not die a painful death. But they will die over the next minute. There is no cure as of yet, and they will not be revived.

Your partner has abstained from making the decision, and will readily accept yours.

Do you take the suit for yourself, or do you give it to your partner?”

*Again, perhaps answer the question for yourself, before reading any further.


Now with this question, my answer immediately would be, “I would give the suit to my partner.”

But again upon closer and initial inspection, it seems that there is a bit of an oxymoron between these two answers on my part. It doesn’t rightly make sense for me to fight so unyielding for my life, and yet on a different breath, give it up so readily.

Now perhaps I am perfectly willing to sacrifice my life for another’s. And I’m sure most people would like to believe this also. Hopefully we will be fortunate enough never be put in that situation, and have to even find out.

But here is where I am torn. I believe you should work hard to leave some part of you on this universe. That you should leave it in some kind of better state than when you found it.

And the idea of granting someone a life, by sacrificing mine helps me fulfil that. But just giving up on my life, doesn’t necessarily fulfil it for me. I think that’s why I fight so hard for the pill. With the pill, I can still try. I can still try with every second of my life to make the universe better in some way. But what if in doing that, I actually make it worse for those I leave behind?

What I’m also concerned with, is I think I would fear the idea of my last day, and my last thoughts, not being good ones. The idea of going home, putting on some TV, calling up far away family members to tell them the news, and gathering with closer family to be with me, and then just passing away – I don’t think it makes the cut for me. I could not have, an ordinary day be my last, without knowing if I truly made the world a better place with my time spend on it. But with the chemical spill thought, I can at least die a hero. Regardless of what I’ve done, some of it may be redeemed, and my successor can continue to do good in this world, because I gave them that chance.

Ultimately; I don’t know.

I don’t believe for the time being I have an answer to these questions both. I think it will take many more conversations and much more time thinking about this before I could propose an answer. Maybe by the time I come to the conclusion, my thoughts on the whole thing might have changed. This, I really do not know.

But with my thought and opinions as they stand today fully out there, let me ask you; What are you worth?

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Dalriada Highlander

Attempting to understand the universe, and the place of consciousness within the uncertain nature of the universe.

5 thoughts on “What Are You Worth?”

  1. Very interesting indeed.

    Ok so My instinct for scenario 1 would be to take the pill, but my instinctive secondary thought would be not to make that decision until I am presented with all the facts and not just at what cost, what about the side effects of this pill? is it going to deteriorate my current standard of living? Is my health going to deteriorate daily and worsen after each pill – is there going to be any side effects that is going to make going on unbearable to continue??

    My instinct for scenario 2 is of a selfish nature and would be to take the suit, again I have a caveat, only if I don’t love the other person in the room. If this was someone I truly loved , my instinct would be to give it up. I wouldn’t be interested in being a hero I just wouldn’t want to go on without that person.

    I also think that although some people might think they would do something eg give the suit to that other person, if In that situation human instinct would take over and would make you fight so take the suit.


    1. It’s such an interesting thought though, isn’t it?

      Let’s suppose for scenario one, there is no reduction in quality of life, you are allowed to continue living as you are now. But moreover, it’s not even just would you take the pill – but at what cost would you not?

      That’s so interesting to hear – so if it was a loved one you would consider saving, but otherwise, you would fight for your own survival?
      Moreover, you strongly believe that instinct would take over? – How would you argue that given people like Thích Quảng Đức who sacrificed their lives simply for the cause?


  2. Yes very interesting!. The cost not to for me would depend on the consequences of taking the pill.

    I actually think that would be the case for most people if they were honest, however, there are people in the world that have such strong beliefs and passion for their beliefs then it takes over and would allow them the strength to end their own life.

    Everyone is born on their own and will die on their own and although people have their beliefs and opinions no one knows what happens at death and that is scary.


    1. The only consequence of taking the pill, is you live longer. The question, is at what cost, would you refuse to take it?

      I agree with your final statement, in the sense you only have to justify your actions to the person you die with (yourself), however, do you really think death is scary? There has never been “nothing” so… Death must surely be a beginning? The only sad part, is leaving the old behind. But it shouldn’t be something to fear…?


  3. If it’s just live longer and no other consequences – I would just take it then – as long as I had the cash to pay.

    True if that’s what you believe, but to me very scary to leave life and people you love as you know it. Its the unknown that makes it scary, for me anyway.


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