The paradox of time.
It’s constantly flowing isn’t it?
And every time we say, “I’ll get to it someday”, we’re really gambling on the idea that we’ll actually have the time—that our next breath won’t be our last.
“Who has time? Who has time? But then if we never take time, how can we have time?”
It’s interesting that the less time I have, the more I need to get done.
And yet, here I am again… wasting time.