About Time Or Whatever
Is it better or worse to have time on your hands? When you have too much, sometimes you end up sitting in a chair for a day playing the same four chords on a guitar. Sometimes when you don’t have enough, you end up at a red light, honking mercilessly at some dude that could get out and disembowel you if he was so inclined.
So there’s a point in-between, obviously, a Golden Mean. But none of us will ever arrive at it, so it’s another one of those pots at the end of another one of those rainbows. It’s a bit of a conundrum: if you seek out the optimal amount of time, the correct currency of freedom, you’re technically wasting time.
Guess that’s what we’re doing. I mean right now. Spending time talking about time. My rough conclusion is this: when we’re super busy, we’re usually walking around talking about how there’s not enough of this or that. Those are the good times.
As Shakespeare once said, nothing majestic ever sprang out of one sitting in one’s underwear with a guitar.
He didn’t say that. I’m gonna go waste some time. See you after.