Odd phrase, that. Time is not something stumble upon and use as it is acquired. Time is managed. Sometimes poorly, sometimes with alacrity, sometimes at the last minute. Which I’m now aware, only takes one minute.
Quite literally, I’m exhausted some days after getting home. Today was one, and that’s bad news considering that I have the first accounting mid term tomorrow morning. I jumped into the practice quizzes again, but felt the need to break it up. The last 36 hours have been almost completely T-Accounts, debits, credits, assets, liabilities, owners equity, expenses and cash flow. Honestly, I’m not sure how someone can be an accountant as a career! But that’s merely the half of it, they probably don’t understand how I can be so intrigued by marketing either.
This is a perspective I find myself using quite often now. Complaining or distrusting others and their positions is simply odd and usually without merit. For every good their must be a bad, for every star a finite amount of time. You simply cannot exist without the existence of others completely different and unlike you. Everything truly is everything, and there is a simple beauty there. Too fragile to touch, it can only be appreciated at a distance, for the complexity of its structure would melt away; a snowflake caught in a child’s palm. There is a balance we must trust in our living here.
This is what happens when you stare at numbers all day.