Time is fickle, seemingly lopsided on the scales more often than not; it seems I always have too much or not enough. I rarely have the right amount of time for things. I suppose that’s just a matter of perspective and planning. We actually have all the time in the world for most things but rarely realize this until it’s too late. Procrastination destroys a lot of my time, which is a terrible; time is one of the most valuable things I possess.
It’s easy to ignore the time you’re given until its too late and in the face of failure say, “Oh! But I didn’t have enough time!” Obviously there are things out of our control, where we can earnestly blame the universe, but more often than not we have only ourselves to blame. I have much respect for those that live in the moment and make the most of time. To live wholly in the present and enjoy each and every moment as if it’s your last… this is incredibly hard to achieve but I think it’s something to strive for.
I may be exaggerating a bit; we do need to think of the future to make progress. We do need goals and things to strive for, long term pleasures, things above simple physical and mental pleasures. Some of the greatest satisfaction can come from years of effort and we need a bit of pain to make pleasure stand out all the brighter. One should try to enjoy the journey as much as possible without letting the destination consume you but also try not to forget the destination and risk losing your path while distracted by the scenery.