One of the more reliable ways to test the patience of anyone who has ever worked with me is to answer any question they might have with the inclusion of one word: value.
I do not blame them. I too am tired of hearing myself say it, but language has built a cage around the truth of my meaning. Profit and sales are too narrow; impact and outcomes are too broad. Value remains the least inadequate word for the most important concept of my life, but it hides beneath problems, wearing masks fashioned from the skins of its imitators.
In business, one of those masks is sales; in law enforcement, arrests; in education, grades. These things are not meaningless. Institutions need to measure activity and outcomes. But these are the sorts of metrics that systems track while gradually losing focus on the very thing they were designed to cultivate.
Only years later did I begin to realise that my frustrations with performative deliverables, lazy mental models and empty sales jargon were not independent issues. They came from a deeper dissonance: illusory exactitude. The inaccuracy of these masks, and their eager adoption, stood in aggravating contrast to the authentic value I could sense just beneath the surface.
Three different worlds. Three respectable measures. One recurring error: mistaking the proxy for the purpose.
David Barske

