Time management is mostly connected to decision making, and boy do I make a lot of mistakes on that. You make one wrong step, you lose time to make up for that misstep. I guess every decision makes a man, and every mistake is a new lesson learned. And what have I learned so far? Is that you cannot buy time. The only way to solve this is to make time on your own. That again is a decision you should weigh up.
There is also no great time for bad things to happen, nor dropping bad news to perfectly fine human beings. This is not a coincidence considering the South Asian Tsunami in 2004 happened during Christmas. And you can never predict when a close relative could suddenly drop dead, and suddenly been broken the news when you have exams coming up in a few weeks. In this case, even time is against you, and there is nothing you could do to turn back the time you desperately needed.
At this moment of writing this, I should probably not be blogging when I have other important things to do. I got Uni assignments due at the end of the month, and as I said earlier, I'm not particularly good at it. I don't have time to write, but I make my own time to do this. Why? Because I can and because I want to. I'll probably be working on everything at the last second. I don't care, but I'm taking the risk. I feel I need to blog again, doing something I actually enjoy doing, which I haven't had the time for.
No wonder there is a huge demand for a time machine to be invented. Everyone wishes they could turn back time to repair what was damaged. Even the happiest and most successful people on earth will have their regrets they need to live with. It only takes a second to crash into bridge, to submit a late assignment, to drop a $400 dollar smartphone on asphalt, or to break a heart. But if we had the power to make amends to our mistakes, will we learn anything?
A friend once told me that time heals all wounds. For every bad thing to happen, eventually it will fix everything. But again, for how long will those wounds heal? Do I have the time to go through all those pains? Will I even enjoy the day where those said wounds eventually close? Even the smallest of scars leave prints on your body. Because why would want to get hurt though? Have we people not suffered enough to live on our regrets for the rest of our lives?
For every Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo who are lucky to not have their careers ruined by injuries, there is always hundreds of Sebastien Deislers and Dean Ashtons in the world who would want to go back where they had time on their hands to develop into the world beaters they potentially had. Had injuries not ended their careers, they might be superstars in their own rights. Their legacy in professional football could only be described best as "those who could have been".
To that I say Fuck timing. Fuck it. Being at the right place at the right time is merely a coincidence. If being a man means living through all my regrets then I hate growing up. I don't deserve to grow up yet. In time, I'll be a man, but it will mean I'll need to accept every decision I take as a lesson in becoming that man everyone wants. And again, that takes time which I don't know I have enough of. Feels like going through the motions of life is the best way to be happy as you don't have anything on the line. Not very fun, but it seems the best way to pass the time.
As cliches goes, live life to the fullest. Carpe Diem. #YOLO. As you only get one chance, you better make yours as great as it can be. Make the least amount of regrets, or regrets you could live by. Make the most out of the mistakes learned and make whats best for yourself, because in the end, no one will help you even in your lowest lows. How can this piece of a nothing blog be influential in the future? Only time will tell.
