We count the minutes, the hours, the days, the weeks, the years. We count dollars, cents, and credit card balances. We count the number of miles we run or bike, the steps we climb, or the laps we swim. We count calories, carbs, fat grams and the number of pounds we gain or lose. We count. And we count some more.
There are things in life we can’t count. We can’t quantify laughter or tears or the quality of our relationships. We reckon birthdays but we cannot count life. We tally up anniversaries but we cannot count the love we give and we receive. We can enumerate the number of college degrees we earn but we cannot count what we have learned along the way. We can measure the spectrum of wavelengths but we cannot count the number of colors that streak across the sky when we see a sunset or the aurora borealis.
What counts? So simple to say or to to describe or to explain . . . but it’s sometimes so tricky to keep my perspective. Real counting is an intuitive nudge. We know when something is countable when we feel that let-the-bell-toll moment. When life comes together into one brilliant episode of Hugeness.
These moments fill us full with something that we can neither count nor define. Like a bell tolling, the ringing has a roundness that reverberates through us and out into the vastness of the Universe. I consider myself lucky to have experienced such moments. They remind me to stop counting stuff and to start counting — to start making a difference — as a human being
Life. Memories. Experiences. Hugs. Encouragement. True love. Music. Integrity. Contributing. Growing. So many things that I cannot count. So many.
4 thoughts on “Counting”
Finished reading your thoughtful post I had to smile because for me, it’s not about counting; it’s about what matters. 🙂 Thanks for the reflective prompt.
Yes, I so agree with you, Eric. So very much. I once read a bumper sticker that said “If you want to have more, desire less.” Growing up without a lot of material things steered me into appreciating the things in life that have no price tag — the things that matter, not the things that could be counted and that could easily disappear or be taken away. There are so many wonderful quotes attributed to Albert Einstein and I really like this one about what counts. Thank you for your thoughtful reply. Always appreciate hearing from you!
Short, sweet and so MEANINGFUL. You captured the essence of what truly “counts”: in just a few (but who’s counting) paragraphs. Love it!
Thank you! Your kind comment means so much to me!