People are lazy.
We spend so much effort vegetating, consumed by a voluntary, yet crippling malaise, that in other aspects of our lives, a great deal of value is put on saving time.
Time cannot be saved.
Though quantifiable, the linear measure of time cannot be accumulated, nor wasted; simply put, the most resourceful of us, those who excel at time management and epitomize the term busy bodies, have as much time in the day as do those who laugh in the face of productivity.
Sure, our existence on Earth is a finite measure.
The blue-haired lady celebrating her centennial splashed across the cover of the Springfield Coupon Clipper has lived a far longer life than that of a newborn who succumbs to a debilitating congenital disease, nevertheless, in a single day, they have both had 24 hours with which to operate.
Time can be allocated efficiently, but still, cannot be created or destroyed, only manipulated.
Just because you skipped your morning run in order to arrive at the office at 7 instead of 8 to deal with the mountainous collection of files on your desk; it doesn't mean time was saved.
Not a single minute of it in fact.
For all of the Earth's mysteries and concepts comprehensible that plainly escape the grasps of my understanding; if there were but a few things I believe with absolute certitude - this is it.
Of course, this understanding of time is a planetary notion below the hypotheses and deductions of quantum physicists and the possible manufacturing of the time-space continuum. If you'd fancy reading about theorems of time, may I suggest Timothy Ferris and the like.
The point is, time is not ours to save or waste, it is only ours to manipulate in a fashion that appeases our anxieties and limits our fears.
Just some thoughts - as always, thanks for reading.
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