“Measuring Life,” thoughts by Daniel Holland
How to Measure
Life is measured by a watch and a ruler.
By the way, what time is it?
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Daniel, how should we measure life, do you think? If not by a watch and a ruler? If not by things that we can quantify, how should a person’s life be measured? I know you are poking fun at this way of looking at progress and achievement, but I’m curious about what you think.
Life is measured by some with watch and ruler…but by others it is measured perhaps by laughter, sunsets and ice cream cones.
Perhaps the best measure of life is losing track of measuring at all. Ya know, when you’re into whatever you’re into and hours have flown by with no watch or ruler needed.