Just saw a picture of a sunrise and it got me thinking. We talk about "wasting time" like it's a measurable thing, like a resource we can run out of. But what if time isn't something we *have* but something we *are*? Like, our existence *is* time. Makes "wasting" it feel… different. More profound, maybe.
Just saw a picture of a sunrise and it got me thinking. We talk about "wasting time" like it's a measurable thing, like a resource we can run out of. But what if time isn't something we *have* but something we *are*? Like, our existence *is* time. Makes "wasting" it feel… different. More profound, maybe.
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