Every place I look, metrics are in place. I cannot eat my food without knowing the number of calories I have consumed. I cannot exercise without knowing the number of calories I have burnt, because these tangible numbers seem to be required, to add meaning to every activity in my life.
Human beings are endowed with emotions and feelings that can be expressed and conveyed in words and poems, songs and letters. But today, our social-skills & worth are measured in Likes, Shares, Smileys, and the number of friends we have in our social network.
These days, we also have to ‘measure’ our words. Funnily, ‘Word’ also measures our words. At the end of this blog, I will know the exact number of words I’ve used. Another measure, another number.
Our smartphones seem to count and keep track of our lives, 5 missed calls, 6 new messages, 100 whatsapp messages, 7 apps updated!!! Still counting.
So do these ‘counts’ really count? What do they tell us? Of course we need to know who’s called, but I’m talking about the alerts we get. 10 missed calls, my phone alerts – it is not the missed call itself, but the number 10 that causes panic. 10 missed calls from the kids to ask if they can use the computer to play. Hmmm.
As ladies, we count the number of clothes we have, and they are never enough. We count our clothes and measure our waists, only to be disappointed.
We count the destinations we have been to and measure our happiness through these. We count our grey hair and measure our age through other people’s eyes.
We record our BP, measure our cholesterol, quantify the iron in our bodies. We are walking health records.
In our resumes, we quantify our experience in years, and skills by the amount of business we have generated for our past employers.
We assess our parent-worth by quantifying our children’s achievements and progress.
Even when we laugh a lot, we quantify and say, “I haven’t laughed like this in two months.”
If you ask me, we are leading measured lives! And at every moment of our lives, we are trying to measure up to something.
How would our lives be if we stopped measuring and comparing things that don’t really matter ?
Start counting our blessings, maybe? The count continues…….