Time Is of the Essence

I spent today’s afternoon planting rockspray cotoneaster at my girlfriend’s father’s grave.

It’s a flowering plant with small, red berries that attract birds. As a person who spent the entire life in the countryside, attuned to nature, he would have liked it.

He suddenly passed away last year when he was 54.

I particularly enjoyed visiting my girlfriend’s parents in the summer. We used to sit in the backyard of their house and talk about nothing and everything.

The cemetery was along the way to where they lived. I never paid much attention to it. Today, I visit it regularly. I plant shrubs at her father’s grave.

It’s one of those absurd, hard to grasp things you never imagine yourself doing.

The average life expectancy is longer each year. But we can’t assume we’ll live to 80 or beyond. Several weeks ago, a friend from high school was biking back home when a car hit him. He died in the hospital a week later.

He was just 31. Probably never expected that he would never grow old; wouldn’t even get to fully enjoy his adulthood.

Time is of the essence. It’s the only asset we have we can never restore. But we tend to forget it. Unlike money, we tend to spend our limited time without much thought.

This dissonance has always struck me preposterous, which is why I started this blog.

Thinking 80/20, or making the most with the least input possible, is the greatest tool we have to stretch the little time we have. So, let’s learn how to use it while we still can.

In the words of Seneca, the life we receive is not short, but we make it so, nor do we have any lack of it, but are wasteful of it.