Numbers

Do you ever get sucked in by numbers? 

What I mean is: are there certain numbers that you think are superior to others? Or maybe there are numbers that you think make you more or less worthy?  

Stick with me – I promise to show you what I mean.  

There is this number on the scale I don’t like to go above. One number out of 100s has the power to determine how I feel about myself. It’s an arbitrary number! I chose it myself! I decided at some point that this is the number that gets the power.  

And it’s silly, right? I bet if I met you on the street today, you would consider me based on how I made you feel during our interaction. Did I make you feel seen? Was our conversation warm and friendly or dismissive and cold? Was your day better because we had a moment to interact? 

In fact, I can tell you honestly, that I have never run into a friend, an acquaintance, or even a stranger and wondered – or cared- if they were above or below a certain number on the scale that day. I have not considered their bank account. I don’t care about how many whatchamadingies they have in their collection.  

Our worth cannot be measured in numbers, big or small.  

We are worthy because we ARE. 

YOU are worthy because you ARE. You exist. That’s enough.  

It has never been because you got 100 on an exam. It has never been because you achieved greatness by age 25 or 50 or 75! It’s not your $200 watch or your $2 million mansion, or your $2 billion annual income! 

It’s simply because you are a soul. How your soul is contained, outfitted, transported, or housed doesn’t matter. And what number is associated with any of the above is completely arbitrary and has nothing to do with your, or anyone’s worth. ` 

Age...there’s a number! 

I once read something about death, dying, and grief and a question was posed about the age at which someone dies. As a society, we tend to find it particularly egregious when someone dies young. The premise being that it’s a bigger loss. But is it?  

Our life here on earth is a miracle, and there is no guarantee that it starts, much less makes it through pregnancy, birth, or through the average 73.3 year lifespan. We grieve because someone’s soul has had an impact on our life. Their worth is not less if they pass by miscarriage or at age 114.  

Remember this for YOU. You are worthy, just because you are. To argue your worth or to feel unworthy of love, affection, comfort, or acknowledgment is to doubt the divinity within you. To doubt the divinity within yourself is to doubt it in all living beings. To see your divinity, your worth...is to see it in all living beings.  

And then, all those numbers become less important in the whole scheme of things. If you were 114 years old and on your death bed, and you were granted the ability to go back in time to this moment where you exist right now – what would you do with your time? Would you find an arbitrary measuring stick with which to measure yourself and your worth? Or would you get busy living – noticing the beauty around you, maybe singing or dancing, or giggling with a friend?  

That’s what really matters. Do more of that. Worry less about the numbers.