Some say time is the most valuable thing.
It’s true that it is irreplaceable. It is also true that the time we’ve lost with someone cannot be recreated. Lost time cannot be found. But the most beautiful words spoken to me were, “You are my most precious possession.” The words, “I have time for you.”? That’s just something I expect if you want a relationship with me.
Time is precious, but exactly how precious is it?
In all sincerity, how strict have I been about protecting this resource? Not very. I’ve wasted it on far worse than giving it away to a near stranger, and I’l waste more of it before I’m done. It’s fine. It’s hard to be constantly “on” in a demanding world. And it’s so easy to lose oneself in social media, apps, and staring into space…err…I mean, not that I do the latter.
I don’t know. Maybe everyone else has all their time together, and therefore giving up an afternoon or even an hour or two is very special. But I’m just…not. I am perfectly able to spare a couple of hours in the day versus another two hours of editing and perfecting my words (or reorganizing something or leveling up a game). I am very much not saturated yet. I’m probably better off, in fact, for being saved from overthinking or getting horribly addicted to a certain…feline…game.
So I am slutty with my time.
Certainly my time has value. I won’t trash it. But I’ve rarely felt that time with another human being was a “waste.” And I’ve never walked away from even the smallest connection, without valuable lessons.
So, my friend whom I only just met, why not waste an hour with me and I’ll waste one with you? You never know what might happen next.