Check one off the bucket list.
See Justin Bieber live in concert. √
I’d tell you it was for my kids (which it was) but you’d hassle me anyway. So call me a Belieber, question my musicianship, mock my parental acquiescence. I’m good with it. We had a blast. (Except for the whole Marky Mark impersonation – let’s all keep our shirts on JB).
But you know me, I can’t just enjoy anything. I have to kick the tires, look under the hood, and find some kind of deeper meaning. It’s a curse. Although it did keep me entertained long after the fainting teenage girls started to get old.
I have to give the kid one thing, underneath the manufactured image, he is ridiculously talented. They estimate his net worth at $110 million, a value undoubtedly driven by the hundreds of millions of fans who buy his music, devour his concert tickets, dawn his swag (that means t-shirts, hats, and merchandise for those of you over 35), stream his videos, (write blogs about him), and follow the minutia of his hairstyles on social media.
The Bieber phenomenon reminds us of a few things:
Talent = Value
Exposure = Value
Buzz = Value
Enormity = Value
Worth is determined by the vastness of the fan base, and the Biebs has too many to count. That’s worth a lot. As good Americans, we get this (and I’m not even going to chastise it). It is what it is. But it has interesting subliminal consequences for we observers.
If I were just a little more talented…
If I could get just a little more exposure…
If I could stir up just a little more buzz….
If I can scale just a little bit bigger…
Then my life would be more valuable. Then I would matter.
The only problem with this method of life valuation is that it’s always demanding more. You become obsessed with what you don’t have – with all the who’s that don’t notice you. More is a hard order to fill.
What if there was a better way?
“We can understand someone dying for a person worth dying for, and we can understand how someone good and noble could inspire us to selfless sacrifice. But God put his love on the line for us by offering his Son in sacrificial death while we were of no use whatever to him.”
–Romans 5:8 MSG
Your net worth is not driven by sold-out concert arenas, platinum record sales, or 30 million twitter followers. It’s not calculated by your mistakes, your degrees, your W-2, or whether your dad ever told you that he was proud of you.
Your value was determined by One.
So listen, can I get an autograph? (I’m going to try and sell it on eBay, make a little extra cash). Word on the street is that you’re worth some serious coin.