When you were a child did you ever draw a a picture by joining up the numbers, or paint by numbers?
Numbers are an imperative, we were talking to one of our staff today and he told Steve that he thought that 40 was old, that didn’t go down well i can tell you.
We have 6 children between us and 7 grandchildren. We know how many members we have at the gym and how many minutes it takes to run 5k. Numbers are integral and essential to our lives. We measure our weight in numbers and our driving speed by a number. I am a pretty poor mathematician but I can work out how many ounces of flour to put into a cake and on a good day can tell you the dates of the birthdays of all my children.
So, when you are worried that your days are numbered you have a bit of an idea what that means. Or have you? Does any of us really know how many days, months or years we have left? We can guess and hope but we could well be wrong. This is where numbers let you down, they don’t tell you hard facts, that just give you ideas. You can play the ‘bucket list’ game, ‘if you only have 18 months to live, what will you do?’ Crazy, crazy. Is that 18 months like I am now or 12 months of OK and 6 of dying – that number is rubbish – and when you get to 18 – what do you do – lay down and wait?
We all have a limited time on this earth, to do with it as you choose – but choose knowing that the number may not be what you are reckoning on. We all really have just one day – and that’s today – use it wisely – it won’t come again.
Life is not measured in the number of breaths we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away.