It’s easy to think of time as a commodity.
We all have the same amount of it, after all. And we can use it in a variety of ways, some productive, some not so much.
But what if time wasn’t really a commodity?
What if it was more like a river, or the ocean?
It ebbs and flows. It changes with the tides. It’s always moving, always changing.
The more we try to cling to it, the more it slips through our fingers. The more we try to control it, the more it controls us.
Time is an illusion. The past is gone, the future is unknown. The only thing that exists is the present moment.
The only thing that matters is this moment.