In this age of the quantified self, we measure how many hours we slept, steps we took, calories we burned. Yet we know nothing about ourselves. We spend more time checking our stats than our souls. We mine our experience for data but not depth. We have all these numbers to improve now, but no idea how to dial back the numbness.
Life was not designed to be a spreadsheet, yet our fascination with useless data goes on. We spend more time checking the thread count of our sheets before purchase than we do soul-searching -- that beautiful art of thinking about the quality and purpose of our lives.
We are addicted to the constant digital stream, often peering gape-mouthed into the sordid details of other people's lives. In the process, we have checked out of reality, neglecting our own lives, which are so pregnant with potential and meaning.
If we are to measure and monitor and improve anything, let it be our presence and character -- a mindfulness of who we are and how we are experiencing and relating with the world.
Have I been true to myself?
Have I lived vibrantly today?
Have I loved openly today?
Have I made a difference today?
Let us check in on ourselves in these ways, for in the end, these are the only measures that matter.