Dear Me,
We don’t have time, we are time. And there’s no meaningful way to think of a person’s existence except as a sequence of moments of time. Time is not something that we can possess or control, and yet this is the assumption; an unspoken premise of almost all our thinking about the future, all of our planning and goal-setting and worrying. So it’s a constant source of anxiety and agitation because our expectations are forever running up against the stubborn reality – the time isn’t in our possession and can’t be brought under our control
–Oliver Burkeman, his book “Four Thousand Weeks”
Dear Me, 