We value what we wait for.
Where time is money, it is governed by the usual rules of economics. We wait for what we value. […] When demand overwhelms supply, waiting time may exceed the original value of the product itself.
Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year’s Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls.
It seems one of life’s more curious ironies that time -the most precious of all resources, and surely the least replaceable- is not always welcomed as a gift.
Time has stopped; there is no time… The past and future have collapsed into the present, and I can’t tell them apart.
Allow the present to expand and the past and future to become distanced and insignificant.