I choose to believe I am. I’m not using the time though. You cannot use it is the entire point. No matter what you do, no matter how you feel about it, no matter if you even exist anymore, time continues. Hell, you’re used by time far more than you’ll ever be able to use it. There is no wise use of time or waste. There is only passage.

Also, what you might think of as wise, I might think of as an absolute waste of a life. Too many differing opinions to nail down what the fuck a wise use of time is. We get to decide that little lie for ourselves. Regardless, there is a waiting future where everything we thought important is nothing but dust and ash.

I used to think like you. Life taught me better. You’ll learn too, in time.