Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
With myself, how to pass time becomes sometimes the question - unavoidably, though it strikes me as a thing unspeakably sad in a life so short as ours.
Whenever I have to do something, I try to minimise the time it takes me to do it. I just cannot wait.
Exercise plays a huge role in keeping me sane, and that's my primary motivation to 'find time.'
I time everything. I'm a scientist at heart.
I have huge chunks of time when I'm not working.
When you get into your car, shut the door and be there for just half a minute. Breathe, feel the energy inside your body, look around at the sky, the trees. The mind might tell you, 'I don't have time.' But that's the mind talking to you. Even the busiest person has time for 30 seconds of space.
I'm fascinated by the fact that we can't grasp anything about time.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
Time can be an ally or an enemy. What it becomes depends entirely upon you, your goals, and your determination to use every available minute.
If you realize too acutely how valuable time is, you are too paralyzed to do anything.