Sunday, February 6, 2011


I worked hard. I didn't take a break, I didn't even eat until the project was done. I needed to put a checkmark next to it and archive it off so I could get back to that strange place I'd just discovered.

That strange place was a place where not everything was completely, perpetually falling apart; it was a place where I could consider what was actually important.

The ability to consider is important itself, because without it how could I ever know I was spending my time wisely?

Time is precious because it is limited in quantity, but so potent with potential. Time is the currency of life, life itself.

What could you and I do with... pure time?