I Measure My Life
A poem about the move to serenity.
I Measure My Life belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalI measure my life by the days on the calendar
I measure my life by the years since 1960
I measure my life by the esteem of my colleagues
By the wealth which I hold
By the love of my children
By the size of my waist
by the years since the last cigarette
by the turns of my bicycle wheel
by the acres of my farm
… the calories I do not eat
… the meditations in the morning
… the rise and fall of the stock market
… members at redbubble
… Christmas cards I receive
… emails in the day
I measure my life …
I measure my life …
One day god will take away the measuring stick
Or I will simply forget where I put it
Xavier Russo
Indeed, the many different ways life can be measured. Some standard, others not, but all part of our mortal journey.
Your entry reminds me of what someone wise once said: i.e. “not everything that can be counted, counts; and not everything that counts can be counted”.
kathleen
I try not to measure, except by the hours I’m at leisure – /
Any other perspctive, to me can only be relative.
Jason Ross
That’s pretty cool.
Elaine van Dyk
Lovely way of evaluating one’s life.
akustikstudio
thank you for all your lovely comments on my work Pilgrim, muchly appreciated. It’s comments like these that keep me going. Loving your journals too, keep up the good work. Peace, akustikstudio
akustikstudio
it’s funny, i was thinking yesterday [as i transferred years of work and labelling them on my external hard drive] that life too could be measured by gigabytes?
there’s also a movie i saw much younger [and unfortunately i don’t remember the name], that the charcter’s, when born, were given a certain amount of life, say 500 years, and every transaction they made, like buying groceries, was measured in time. So for example, a bag of apples cost you 4 hours of your own life.
an interesting line of thought don’t you think?
Pilgrim
Thank you for your comments. I know I spend too much time measuring. Slowly as I meditate i begin even to lose track of time. And when all is said and done nothing will be measured. Finding that state in the here and now is very hard.
Norma Chalmers
A good read, thankyou. I once heard it said that time spent fishing is not counted in ones life expectancy.
Has it occurred to you, creators of RedBubble, that you may have created something vastly more than you envisaged? An outcome unexpected? I get a sence, unclear yet as to what it is about, that I have entered a dimension where there is this warm and vibrant contact. I like its silence, too, but that does not mean I can’t hear you and our RB colleagues.
I realise that I have said in my few comments, so far, things I have not said before and are just right for me to express through this smeeting place.
This 4th dimension may not sell prints for $’s, but it sure as hell is precious.
Pilgrim
Norma, you touch me (and us) truely deeply touch me.
Helene Kippert
A very interesting thread – and you are so right about the importance of finding the timeless in time.
Amanda Cole
This is really nice, i got goosebumps!
LittleHelen
Wow….are you some writer! Cool username too ;)
Dani Di Cesare
That’s so true (that we are constantly measuring)
I enjoy your writing..
It has gotten me thinking about my life.. and now I can’t go to sleep ! :)
Jessica Tremp
wonderful sentiments here…we are all too guilty of this
Ozcloggie
Great prspective. Nice way of sorting out life.
Suzanne German
You amount to a wonderful person to us RB people – liked this!
Jan Piller
hmmm.. makes me think of all the things I measure my life by and you’re right… it’s just a stick…. well there’s one more thing to add to your list… that you made one more person think…. that’s a good thing. thanks for that.