When I have more money, I want to buy more time. Time to read more, time to cook impossibly intricate food, time to complete a back-breaking chore and feel good at the end of it. Time to love more and live better.
As each moment passes and I grow that much more wiser, I have learnt how important time is. Not that it makes me want to be a better time manager. I still postpone meetings and chores. I still procrastinate. I curse myself while doing so... but I let my tired self win the debate over carpe diem. So, I want to buy more time. Not hours in the day, not even an extra 30 minutes to the 24 hours that the ancient Egyptians decided upon. Just time. The abstract, elusive, thing that surrounds us and dictates our every action.
"Do you feel time passing?" I wish I could. Just like we feel the cold and the hunger pangs and the taste of blood when we bite our lip. The passing of time should be felt in a more tangible way, don't you think? Because I am sure if we felt time passing then we would know to treat it better. Treat it with more respect.
So, I want more money because I want to buy more time.
As each moment passes and I grow that much more wiser, I have learnt how important time is. Not that it makes me want to be a better time manager. I still postpone meetings and chores. I still procrastinate. I curse myself while doing so... but I let my tired self win the debate over carpe diem. So, I want to buy more time. Not hours in the day, not even an extra 30 minutes to the 24 hours that the ancient Egyptians decided upon. Just time. The abstract, elusive, thing that surrounds us and dictates our every action.
"Do you feel time passing?" I wish I could. Just like we feel the cold and the hunger pangs and the taste of blood when we bite our lip. The passing of time should be felt in a more tangible way, don't you think? Because I am sure if we felt time passing then we would know to treat it better. Treat it with more respect.
So, I want more money because I want to buy more time.
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