Time is fickle.
Time is precious.
Time heals all wounds.
Time waits for no one.
The problem is you think you have time.
What other expressions can you think of that have to do with the shadiness of time?
I like that last one quite a bit. The problem is you think you have time. Guilty. Many have used and abused time as excuses and reasons for not doing what makes us happy. It’s hard not to think, I have the “rest of my life” to do things. Travel, fall in love, work towards a successful career… it will all happen when it is supposed to.
There is no such thing as the right “time” for something to happen. A million dollars won’t fall into your lap unless you buy a lottery ticket or work your tail off. You won’t fall in love unless you start meeting people. You aren’t going to succeed unless you try.
We stop pushing ourselves because we are convinced that we have enough time down the road to fix our ways and become someone we would enjoy spending time with. It’s easy to forget that every day we are a person who won’t be much different from the one waking up tomorrow, so if you never push yourself to become the 2.0 machine you dream of, you are not going to get anywhere.
Time won’t wait for you to pull yourself together.
Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither is the person we want to be.
The leading cause of death is time. With enough time, everyone dies. Time isn’t distributed evenly to all of us. There are rations and extensions, miracles and tragedies. It’s fair and unfair. However, if you knew that you only had one week left to live, think of the incredible adventures and memories you would make. Think of the people you would talk to and who you would go and visit. That’s how we should live every day (with the occasional lazy Sunday).
Stop letting time pass without feeling like you’re progressing forward.
Grab the bull by the horns and keep up with the pace time has set for you.
No one makes it out a live so we might as well enjoy what we’re given.