I wrote about time and how living in the moment recently, but kind of forgot the original direction I wanted to go with that post. I remembered!
So, time.
I hate wasting it. Last week was half term and I did nothing. I literally sat in my room for most of the days doing nothing. Originally I wanted to get all my work done, all my notes up to date and revise everything I’ve done so far. But I didn’t do anything. And I regretted it so much. I don’t know about you but I feel so guilty if I sit doing nothing. I cant have a lie in, I feel like I’ve wasted the day if I get up late. I’d much rather get up early, do a lot of work and then relax of an evening.
I often feel that every minute I spend doing nothing is a minute I lose of my potential.
Even when I’m trying to sleep my mind is thinking of what needs to be done and ticking things off my mental checklist.
I never forget that one day, my time here will be over, and I have no idea when that will be. In this sense I see it like a clock that’s ticking down invisible numbers. How do I know if there’s a day left, a week, a month or many more years?
If I waste any more time, I will have no time to live to my full potential.
Well that got slightly more in-depth than I thought it did.
I’m just saying that I hate wasting time and I don’t want to waste my life doing nothing.
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