Time Is Of The Essence

School has started. I have embarked on my Uni life. Feel that I'm in a pressure cooker once school started. I keep on looking at the time every since school started. Even when I was talking to close ones I keep on looking at the time. I dislike it immensely. Feel like I'm a businessman under time constraint all the time, always in a race against time. That I've to keep on looking at the time and "delete" play/fun/personal time and "insert" work. I'm cutting out/cutting short conversations or what I want to say with the ones who matter to me in exchange for more time. It's an expense on personal relationships and it's saddening.

Feel that I've so many things to do but so little time. That 24h a day is not enough. I keep on praying that I've more time to do all that has to be done but my prayers are unanswered (I think).

Boon in Sec school once said: "Time is what you make of it". I thought it was meaningful. I don't have time but I make time. So when someone offers you his time, grab it. Especially when it's someone whose experiences you can learn from, someone whose bank of knowledge you can draw upon. Most of the time, I don't give two hoots about this too much. As long as I am comfortable with someone, I will spend my time with him.

To know the value of time, one should ask a runner who came in second place in a race. The difference between a gold medal and a silver one is a split second's difference. I, of all people should know this better since being able to kick faster than your opponent gives you an edge in competitions. Still, I don't seem to treasure my time and have to admit that I do procrastinate at times.

I have just wasted a number of minutes (not sure how many) of my life blogging this entry and I shall never get those seconds back again. Someone once said: "Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted". Fine. I am torn between wasting my time and wasting away my relationships. I would like to spend more time with people whom I care about but I can't afford to. Before I know it, their time or my time would be gone and what's left are only regrets.