Is life like algebra?
When I was at school, I hated maths. The little figures and symbols. The complex letters and brackets. Sense? Made very little to me.
Realistically we need maths. From planning our financial affairs to shopping for groceries. Maths is around us. It is also with us.
Maths is our time. It is our job roles. It is our family and loved ones.
Maths is the equation within our lives.
You + parents + siblings = family.
Get my point?
So how can we make maths work for us?
The art of equation shows us clearly how much time we have in our day. It helps us plan. It allows us to enable our career to develop. It allows us to plan time for our own reflection.
Our goals are dependant on the equation of passion, dedication and motivation. How can we expect a multiple result with little determination and lack of interest?
A successful job requires a successful calculation.
A simple equation can develop our social relationships. It can help us to nurture our family and shows us the multiple positives and negatives divides.
Often it can offer clarity and realisation of our own negative numbers. Sometimes it can calculate that of others.
A healthy calculation will show an equalisation of either a whole number or multiples of the sum.
A healthy calculation. A healthier connection.
Some numbers simply will not divide. Others will not calculate into the result you seek, however much you try.
You simply cannot make 6 from a 4 and a 3.
So what does that tell us?
Personally I believe that a simple calculation can indeed aid with our personal exploration. We might not always like the answer but it can certainly put things into perspective. It can guide us, teach us and lead us.
Without nurture, effort and time, the calculation of a connection will quite clearly equalise a negative number.
Maths is logical, a science and very rarely the answers are wrong.
We have to calculate with integrity and seek the positive equation. That equalisation will make it all worth it. The others are simply mock papers.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…