Numbers that mean something, well, mean something – which means sometimes numbers may be interesting or even depressing.
For instance: My father lived 76 years. My mother lived 77 years. I think I can expect to live about that long, if I watch what I eat and exercise regularly.
I watched what I ate last night; one chunk of medium rare Flo’s Filet’ at a time.
However, I did go on a three mile walk this morning with Willow – and plan to go on a bike ride later today.
At any rate (heart rate, that is), with no unexpected wrecks or major accidents, I expect to live at least until I am 76 or 77. Which is ten or eleven years away.
Ten years is only 120 months. Eleven years is 132 years away.
One hundred and thirty two is not a very big number when each month seems to fly by.
I think you can sit back and enjoy it day by day – or maybe the answer is to be miserable (it will seem to last longer).
Numbers. Bah! Who needs them?