Before I left home, my dad gave me a watch.
He said I should give things time. I kept rushing, wanted time to go by faster and faster by the minute. I wanted to jump years ahead, get to the “fun part of life.”
I didn’t understand it then, and sometimes still refuse to understand it now, but time is gonna pass no matter what, and it’s gonna run at the pace it’s always done. Just like my old watch, which ran out of batteries by now, used to tick at the same pace as every other watch.
The word “pace” is important here. The fact that we can’t influence it, even more.
It means that the minutes will turn into hours, months and eventually, in their due time, to years. It won’t go faster, we don’t get a skip button.
But we also don’t get to slow it down.
That leaves us with two options:
Either we use the time, or we waste it.