Sat by a campfire in the wilderness, the young man and his old friend talked beneath a blanket of stars.
“What time is it?” The old man asked.
“I don’t know, I don’t own a watch.” The younger man looked at his wrist.
“Why did you do that? You don’t own a time-piece.
“I used to; habit I guess.”
“You clearly think about time my young friend.”
“Yes, I must. Everything I do is geared to time. Preparing for work in the morning. Going to appointments. Knowing when it will be the weekend.”
“So, time is subjective; a tool used to measure events?”
“Yes, I suppose so, but if I try to live outside time, I will be at odds with the world.”
“Very well; forget about the world and consider this. There is no such thing as time; it’s a human construct. When you think about your past, you experience present memories of things that were or still are if you dwell upon them. Now consider your future. If you harbour those dwelled upon memories your mind may then predict or expect things to come.”
“What’s your point?”
“Simple my young friend. By confining yourself to your own limited slice of existence you waste the brief space of life you have.
Assimilate memories into experience if they are useful. If not, use them as warning flags or discard them. Do the things you must do and create steps to carry you forward. Don’t be wasteful, if you are, you squander your life. Heaven knows so many complain that life is too short.