time honoured
It's funny, the attitudes we have about things, about money, about time.
What's the most precious thing you have? Time, right? So why is it we will seemingly so easily give up hours and hours of time, of our lives, of our selves, but we all turn a bit funny in the gills when it comes to borrowing money, or lending it? Is it because we see money as a symbol of time, more precious than the time itself? Is it true, as Trent Reznor says, that money is the new God? Emotions and problems surrounding money, are certainly sometimes no more forgiving and gentle than how some people view God. We spend time. We spend it more easily than we spend anything else we have any control over at all; but sometimes it seems to be the last thing we think of.
Often, too, we wonder about time after it has gone by. The time we have spent, and sometimes see as "lost". To me, no time is lost, no time wasted. It all amounts to something in the end, even though there are occasions when we could make better use of our time. When asked what I would change of the past, it is impossible for me to answer. Regardless of the rights or wrongs, all the past creates the sum of who I am now; to alter any of it would be like cutting off a limb, slicing out parts of the brain, and not being who I am. If forced to an answer, what I would change of the past is not what I have done, but what I have not done. I would change my inaction; I would combat laziness, take opportunities that weren't taken, see things that weren't seen.