I like staring, as I confessed before, it’s one of my favorite things to do and when I think of wasteful habits staring is the first thing that comes to my mind. But it’s not about looking at a vacant space or making out patterns from the floor or walls that makes the exercise seem wasteful it’s about the time I spend doing it.
I’ve said before that I’m a human sloth; I’m lazy to the point of absurdity. I spend countless times doing nothing, I’m not proud of it, but I can’t help myself. The thing I waste most is time. I spend most of it doing nothing special. Sometimes I look back and ask what have I got to show for myself? What are my accomplishments? What have I done with the time I have to make it worthwhile? And I always come up empty. I can’t think of anything that will be worth putting on my headstone it’s almost depressing.
Time is something a person can’t waste because it can’t be bought, even I know that. Having no drive and losing sight of things is not even an excuse I can make. Of all the wasteful habits I could have chosen why did I choose wasting time? It’s a really bad habit not caring, wilting away and doing nothing about it. I’m not getting any younger and who knows what will happen tomorrow. If judgment day comes and God asks me what I have done with my life I’d probably just stare at him and pretend I’ve gone deaf and mute. Now I’m getting depressed and guess what I’ll be doing after this post…