Recently, I have been thinking.
Is it that our life and even ourselves are based on scores, points, and numbers?
We grow up in a tidy place where parents, teachers, or even peers have the thoughts of comparing scores with others. And we also go to schools and colleges compatible to our points on exams. Finally, we end up being in a future that we have determined when we were so young ago, a time when we seemingly cannot even remember. What if some of us lagged behind others before we finally know what we want to be or how we can be great enough to compete with others? Maybe, in this world, we would never get to chase up those who had already earn the planning from their parents. Or maybe, if we could, we might only reach their footsteps when we had already grown into mid-life or even years before death.
We are also trap in numbers who or which are always around us. We live at a certain place with numbers to differ from others. We are rung by our numbers when others want to find us, or say, bind us. We wear clothes and shoes with different numbers of size. Even in our genes, we are all made up of different groups of scientific numbers. We are, as I have pointed, in a world of numerous, thousands, and infinite numbers.
But why, as human, are we simply numbers or points? We should be men who have minds, thoughts, and life not just numbers or scores that categorize us into different sections. We should be unique forms of body who can never be replaced by the dead and cold signs. However, when we develop our world or advance ourselves more, we have become increasingly oriented and arranged by numbers. We have become so much like a creature or, actually, a thing that uses the 10 indifferent signs to define our world and ourselves.
What if the numbers disappear one day or were not even invented?
Will we still be the same?
