“I could make promises to myself and to other people and there would be all the time in the world to keep them. I could stay up all night and make mistakes, and none of them would count.” Joan Didion, Goodbye to All That
The saying “everything in moderation” does not count when it comes to time. Does anyone ever really have enough? I don’t know that I ever really thought about time as something I may run out of. There is always tomorrow. Always next year. I don’t know that at my age I can keep throwing those ideas around so carelessly. No one really knows if there will be a tomorrow or a next year. I suppose we all have a ticking clock. There is something that all of us our meant to do. That one thing that you have no regrets about when you’re time is up. How many of us actually do it? And how many of us spend our entire life going through the motions? Stuck in the hamster wheel of work and bills and laundry, just trying to make it to the weekend so you don’t have to wake up to an alarm for two whole days. Maybe the better question is how many people are ok with that?