“You’re wasting your time.”

Has anyone ever said these words to you? Probably.

Yet, have you really thought about these words? And the one saying them?

What an arrogant statement? Who are you to put a value on my time? Or a definition on wasting it?

Misalignment lives at the center of this. Are you doing what you want? Or what someone else wants for you? My values are not your values. My goals are not yours. Nor dreams. Nor… anything.

No. I am not successful. By your definition. Or any, really. Yet, it is still MY time to waste.

If I want to spend as much of the time I have left unconscious, is that not my prerogative? What else is there to do?

Sebastian Bach was quite philosophical asking, “Is it all just wasted time?”

Because it is. Nothing really matters. We’re here until we’re not, shortly after which we’re entirely forgotten.

We are born without reason, we suffer without meaning, and we die without purpose. The universe doesn’t know we exist and it never cared. – Albert Camus

I am not convinced I’m not already in… hell.

What i'm listening to:

Wasted Time
Skid Row
Slave to the Grind