Wasting Time

Wasting time –

it’s a funny phrase isn’t it?

We believe that this imaginary unit of measurement

will somehow run out

and so its perceived limit

gives it this immense value that we center our entire lives around

and gives us an endless supply of anxiety.

Time.

We think that once we lose some,

we’ll never get it back,

so we must spend our entire lives striving

toward an imaginary goal

in order to fulfill our ~purpose~.

But as long as you exist,

you can’t escape experiencing.

Experiencing

~anything~.

The feeling of boredom

as you wait for the train,

feeling the longing for stimulation

creeping through your skin

or laying in the grass for hours

with someone that feels like home

or watching a show

that breaks your heart and fills it back up

because you get so lost in the story

and you understand the main character so much

that for a minute you mistake them

for you.

No experience is ever wasted, my friend.

And if time is eternal

and we are eternal,

always experiencing ~something~,

then I don’t think we need to waste any more time

worrying about wasting time.