So long, time

When we give our time, we can never get it back.

We think we know this, but then we do these things:

We take a 30 minute call that we don’t need, because we felt obliged to say yes. Time becomes free and freely given, not for care about a cause or a person, but because of a bad relationship with the word, ‘No’.

When we take on projects we don’t want because we’d feel awkward to decline or terminate. Time, irreplaceably reduced to nothing again, thanks t not being’t honest enough inwardly and outwardly about what will and won’t be tolerated.

When we sink parts of our day into habits we don’t even approve of ourselves. Time, irreplaceably given away to newsfeeds and algorithms, substances and distractions, because ‘tomorrow’ feels like a better time to do something about it.

Price your time however you like. You can’t get it back. When it’s gone, it’s gone.

And the true value of time only reveals itself when you realise you’re short of it.

It’s worth spending some time thinking about, isn’t it?