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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Time notwasted but Spent


I heard somewhere that clocks don’t tell you what time it is; they tell you how much time you’ve wasted.
Wasted time is the only thing you can never truly get back… you lose not only the time, but every opportunity, everything you could have been doing, every sensation of every time your fingers tapped against the matte black keyboard keys typing out every single pointless URL, every single waste of time that you choose to entertain yourself with.  Do you dwell on those taps?  Do you realize you will never again feel exactly what you just felt at that particular time, ever again?  Do you realize that every second that goes by is one more second that you’ll never see again?  They die so rapidly, so ineffectually, you can’t possibly think of every single one.
A whole life is a lot of time.
A lot of time to be spent with others.  To be spent alone.  To be spent crying, laughing, weeping, skipping, singing, shouting, wailing, hurting, healing, bleedinglivingdancingdying.  Seconds, all of them take seconds.  But do you realize how much time you’re given, how much time you have the opportunity to spend?
Every single one of them.
I once heard that clocks don’t tell you what time it is; they tell you how much time you’ve wasted.
But why waste those poor, fruitless seconds?
Why not spend them?

STOP

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