It never ceases to amaze me how drawn we are to measuring life by the numbers. Not just measuring life but measuring our quality of life. Measuring our success. Measuring our worth.
But quality and quantity are not the same thing.
But we measure nonetheless. We are so drawn to it, sometimes helplessly so, like starving ants to a picnic full of sugary goodness.
We look at the numbers, longing for them to validate our existence on the planet. Our worth in comparison to everyone else. Because we are convinced that we are not enough.
So we measure.
The miles we run.
The trails we hike.
The pounds we lift.
The pounds we weigh.
The number of wins.
The number of sales.
The number in our bank accounts.
The number of children we have.
Even the number of souls we save.
Because we really do think that our worth can be defined by the numbers.
And it is a lie from the pit of hell.