The Mathematics of My Life

One, two, three, four …

Math plays a significant role in my life as it inspires me to believe in truth, for what can be more absolute and sincere than the knowledge that one and one is two? Forget the apathetic incongruous clichés that two become one or that one man and a woman equals three (including the baby).

One, two, three, four … the basic arithmetic progression of numbers where a number succeeds another by a factor of one … unity, followed by the war between good and evil, then by the triangle characterized as peace after war and finally, the quaternary symbolizing totality … the perfect 10.

I was distracted … protracting the trivial experience expounding it into something traumatic and unbearable … looking too closely at each individual  cells and not appreciating the wonder as a whole. I lingered … in man’s desperate race towards perfection, I have inadvertently been sidetracked by emotion and contemplation … to peevishly lash at the breeze that blows the wrong way. The unpardonable sin of asking the perpetual query of the desperate, “…why me?” has decimated my logic and placed misery in its place …

There is a finite and explicit sequence of events in my life, as there may also be in yours, my reader. Some just stay too long in number two … and forget that the triad, or number three follows, before we reach the self-perceived flawlessness of our existence.

One, two, three, four …

… z …

Posted by tuliro at 01:36 PM | 3 comments