Count: (v) to enumerate
“That doesn’t count.”
A statement often made when people are in the process of a count.
What should we count? What really counts?
Well, you can count on me to try to turn this into something meaningful. Or maybe it’s not meaningful at all, just making “meaningless” a little less painful.
What should be counted?
I think it may be the central question to the serendipity of the human race. Yet I must be honest with you—every symphony must be willing to go through the process of being a cacophony. In other words, if we’re not willing to deal with the messiness of our lives, we will never be able to straighten things up and narrow our focus.
- We certainly should not count offenses. No good discussion ever begins with, “This is the third time this week…”
- Counting your blessings is considered to be a virtue but I must admit, when people start including the joy of having their rice dish set up perfectly, I become a little cynical.
- It’s never a good idea to count the hours. Everything good happens in the seconds leading up to the minute.
- Should we count the number of friends we have? Should we count our enemies? Maybe it would be better to count where they overlap.
- In a season in which polls seem to be more important than finding purpose, certain counts become ridiculous.
“Do you believe in God?” asks the pollster. 86% said they do, but when pushed for a description, many decided to plead the Fifth.
What should we count?
- I think it’s all right to count the fingers and toes of new-born babies, unless you plan on destroying a nine-digit one.
What else could we count?
- I think we could count the number of times we allow ourselves to give a damn about something other than counting the problems, the iniquities, the faults, the sins and the disagreements of others.