But I am learning a new unit of measure. It is not the meter, the gram, or the dollar.
They wanted numbers for everything. Revenue per click. Hours logged. Units shipped. The world had become a spreadsheet, and we were all dutiful accountants, counting the wrong things.
I placed a single, quiet laugh from a tired friend on one side. On the other, I placed a quarterly bonus. The laugh was heavier. Mide lo que importa
I will be here, with my impossible ruler, doing the only work that ever mattered:
I counted the seconds of silence shared between two people who understood each other without a single word. It was longer than a century. But I am learning a new unit of measure
It is the weight of a promise kept at 3 AM. It is the altitude of a child’s first bicycle ride without training wheels. It is the thermal conductivity of a home-cooked meal after a year of frozen dinners.
— Mide lo que importa.
But one morning, I drew a different kind of scale.