What we carry without knowing we’re carrying it
Everyone in business knows the phrase: “you’ve been too close to it, you need a fresh set of eyes.” Bring someone in who hasn’t seen it before. The assumption is that familiarity is the problem and distance is the cure.
It’s not wrong. Familiarity does blind. But the phrase quietly assumes that the eyes are neutral, that seeing freshly means seeing without the residue of how things are usually measured, what success is supposed to look like.
I’ve spent a lot of time in rooms where fresh eyes were brought in. What I’ve noticed is that they almost always see through the same lens as the people who were already looking. They see the content clearly, sometimes more clearly than those who’d stopped noticing it. But the frame they use to see it is the same frame. The same definition of performance. The same theory of what organizations are for. The same accounting.
Fresh eyes. Inherited lens.
This is what makes zero-based budgeting more interesting to me than it first appears. And also more troubling.
The appeal is obvious. Rather than assuming that what was spent last year deserves to be spent again this year, you start from zero. Every line item has to justify its existence. The burden of proof shifts from the new to the existing. Rational on its face. Rigorous, even.
But zero-based budgeting isn’t actually rigorous. It feels rigorous because it’s effortful. What it actually does is substitute the assumptions of the present for the assumptions of the past. You are not eliminating the bet. You are placing a new one: using today’s criteria and today’s sense of what matters against a future you cannot see. The examination is real. The certainty it produces is not.
Organizations almost never say this out loud. They call it rigor because rigor implies arrival. But what they are really doing is hypothesis testing, and they would rather not know that.
I was mulling this over on a walk in my new surroundings when the question turned inward.
If I zero-based my life (examined every commitment and chose consciously rather than merely inherited), what would I actually have done? The same thing. I would be using the criteria I hold today and the sense of what matters that I have assembled over time. Against a future I cannot see, for a self I don’t yet know.
The examined life is not the life of better choices. It is the life of more conscious bets.
That’s already a less comfortable claim than the one usually made for examination: that the unexamined life is the problem and looking closely is the answer. But scrutiny only relocates the uncertainty. The person who drifts inherits assumptions they never inspected. The person who examines owns assumptions they chose. Neither knows what the future needed them to carry.
And there is a harder problem underneath this one.
When you zero-base your commitment to success, the shape of a career, or what contribution looks like: what criteria are you applying? If they are the institution’s criteria, absorbed across years of moving through structures that assumed them without ever stating them, then the examination isn’t liberation. It’s ratification. The instrument is made of the same material as what it’s trying to measure.
Which means the person who examines their life using the institution’s definition of success, concludes that yes, this matters, and now owns it consciously. They may be more captured than the person who never looked. They now defend the framework as chosen rather than inherited. The examination reproduced the lens. They just signed for the delivery.
You cannot zero-base the categories using the categories.
I don’t have an exit from this. I’m not sure there is one. What I have is the distinction between two kinds of examined life: the one that achieves conscious ownership of its commitments, and the one that keeps asking whose commitments these are and by whose accounting. The first is more rigorous than drifting. The second is more uncomfortable than the first.
It is also, I think, the only version that earns the name.
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photo by Graham Covington