Numbers are directives. Pathways which light up the endless span between moments. We are lost without them, but often lost because of them. Much like how it is impossible to process the face of God, it is impossible to process the infinite sequence of numbers in your life. It doesn’t help that we are incorrectly taught how to read numbers, and all forms of language.
We learn to count the years by weighing our suffering and success. This is not the way to live. The way is the light, and numbers are inevitable in both darkness and light. All that to say, they do not lie and they do not tell the truth. We lie, and we tell the truth, and we should know what is worth our time…but we usually don’t.
We cannot be endlessly distracted by the feelings derived from the building blocks of life. This is the biggest time killer, and the death of your time is the death of you. There simply isn’t enough of it to obsess over how much we have. You can spend your time by repeatedly counting your loose change, or you can put it to good use by earning more money. You can obsess over seeing the number “777” 777 times, but you won’t observe purpose by living in the idea of being special for noticing patterns.
There is an algorithm to the human condition, and I don’t believe it is the human’s job to discover the equation. It is our duty to exist in the moment, and to have faith in the future. It is perhaps the greatest irony that so many of us waste our entire lives by attempting to measure the weight of our value. Time itself is our value.
In honor of you giving my random words and numbers some of your precious time, here’s a little gift to match the recording above. It’s another piece I wrote and recorded—one that captures what I’ve been trying to express in this post. I stumbled across it earlier this week. Turns out it’s from six years ago. Proof of just how much time I’ve spent chasing meaning in all the wrong places. Funny how life works like that, funny how time works like that. It found its way back to me at the exact right moment. Feels like a discount blessing, but I’ll be counting it all the same.
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