The gift of time offers us the salvation of reflection.
This intangible void of emptyness that so meager yet endless, holds the unravelling of events at the tip of our fingers.
We live by this so called time in a subjective fashion.
Some chase. Some linger. Some question.
When all is removed, it comes upon the individual to contemplate on this gift. For the choices that are to be made can only be made you and yourself alone. Society can pressure you, your parents will direct you, and your friends may advise you, but it is within the beholder’s hands that the decision is to be made on what this gift is to be spent on.
We can complain and mask our fears all we want with the things we think we need. Dive face-first into the concrete pavement on a late friday night, buzzed off your mind; or sit in the comfort of our bed mindfully of our decisions. It matters not because in the end time waits for no one and this priceless gift is only for you to decide.
So get up and ‘do’, because you’re wasting time already reading this.