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You're wasting your time. And in conclusion mine. We could do so much more! [George, regularly]
Do you know those moments when you “just” say something in a conversation and then this little statement can keep you thinking for days to come? It recently happened to me again when during a trip a friend was visibly unsatisfied to have “only” experienced what he had already experience the day before. So I said to him in a small side note: “You want to get the maximum out of every day, don't you?”
And you should very well agree with him! Life's too short to not experience all you possibly can!
My friend reacted confused. Not by the observation, but by Captain Obvious, asking an “clearly” universal fact. It was a dumb question, alright. It's you who's in the wrong for slacking! As we speak, he's probably having a great adventure again.
George – as one must expect – sided with him immediately. And I couldn't brush it aside.
This of course is an incredibly privileged question, I know. Let me clarify one thing: I don't mean walking-on-the-moon or eating-every-animal-on-this-planet (gross) level of “not wasting”. I mean a certain mindset of “more/newer than yesterday”.
Don't you listen to stories and wish you had experienced them yourself? Time is limited and there is so much to see. Use your chances and don't grab the little glass when you can get a pitcher.
It sounds exciting but exhausting.
I need to rest in between, to recover my energy to actually enjoy an upcoming adventure.
Remember what they say: “You can sleep when you're dead.” Remember what we know: “If you don't sleep, you die.”
Do you consider sleep a waste, simply because you already slept the night before? Your argument, George ultimately leads to addiction. More and more, never content with what you have. Every excitement a fleeting one when present becomes past. Because there is so much else out there. You only try to reason for what you have, to not crave for more!
So we agree then? That I enjoy the small things. And you disapprove of that. Wait, don't go there. No. Oh look: Hiking in Iceland! Oh look: a Sunday morning coffee in the shade. Writing a blog post. About a question that kept nagging me: “Should I want more?”
Every word a red flag, every word a George. When “enjoying something” is the wrong choice, you need to start doubting the campaign. But my conditioning to “should something more” is strong. A force that surrounds me.
All things are poison, and nothing is without poison; the dosage alone makes it so a thing is not a poison.[Paracelsus, 1538]
Some of the happiest people out there are running. Some of the happiest people out there are walking. Most running people rest their legs between runs.
You're wasting your time. And in conclusion mine. We could do so much more!
Only if “not more” is “waste”. And that, dear George, is an assumption I hereby refuse to consider universally true. Yet as a compromise, oh loud voice in my head: How about you run wild now and grant me a magnificent daydream while I finish this cup of coffee?
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