1.25.2011
Tick...Tock...
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
These are lines from a famous song from RENT, a musical I love. Such an admission will probably alienate half of the folks that read this blog, but it’s true nonetheless. Though the story is admittedly a bit dark, I think it is a beautiful portrayal of community, love and acceptance.
The song goes on to list the many ways we might measure our time…
In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
in truth that she learned
or in times that he cried
in bridges he burned
or the way that she died
At the end of our lives, how will we decide or will others decide, how well we did on our journey? After the questions and wondering, the songwriter concludes that maybe there is a better measure of our lives.