Stats... Does it matter?

I usually never count most things. Including how much I write or read or shit. Or travels. 

I dont have respect for it. No genuinely. I dont understand why people measure these things or why they become so important that they need to keep track of it.

I realized though that this year- I must have written a lot. I feel it. I feel like I talked a lot more here than I have with anyone else. Shows how bleak life has become.

I do keep track of happiness. Not as a measure. But as wistfulness. The heart yearns. It missed. I remember the count of times I have been happy this year.

That's because there's not much to count.