My Friend and I were watching television the other day.
“Dude, you ever feel like you’re wasting time,” he asked, popping a chip in his mouth.
“That’s kind of a loaded question don’tcha think,” I asked.
He pondered, munching his chip for a moment. “It’s really not. All you have to do is give an answer like this: ‘yes I do’, or ‘no I don’t’. It’s that easy.”
“I know,” I remarked, “but easy is so boring.”
“Well, think about it for a moment, we spend all of our lives filled up with really easy things to do when compared to really big things. Think about house chores, going to school, working to pay bills, or just keeping your life tidy.”
He looked over his shoulder. “I need to do dishes,” he said. He got up and walked to the kitchen. “So, what does that have to do with wasting time?”
I chuckled, “Think about it this way man: it’s like getting stuck in a rut. When you procrastinate on small things like the dishes or maybe paying a bill, it’s like leaving crumbs behind. Pretty soon you got nothing but a trail of’em all over your life. By that time you’re so backed up with the mess and don’t want to do anything about it. You end up making excuses until you do get around to it, but think of all that time you wasted.”
“So you’re still sticking with lazy being a waste of time,” he asked unsurprised from atop a ladder, cleaning the gutters.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to reward yourself with lounge time, but what I am saying is that by being the provider of such luxury you end up letting loose with way too much of it. It’s kind of like printing money to pay off debt; by the time you get done with the printing process, the money is worthless.”
“So you’re saying the free time needs to be kept tight in order to maintain its value,” he yelled over the hedge trimmer.
I gave thumbs up
He turned off the trimmer and gave a sigh. “So, what do you do when you’re not lounging around other than the boring stuff?”
I looked with a smile, “That’s the question anyone should ask themselves: ‘what’s worth my time apart from the day-to-day responsibilities’.”
“I don’t really know what I like to do other than take it easy after a long day’s work,” he said, running a sponge across the hood of his car.
“The important thing,” I said, “Is to just try something. Yeah, it may take you a long time to find out what’s worth your spare time, but would you rather find it out now or after you’re sixty with two busted hips?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” He said as we both plopped back onto the couch. “I guess I could start using my time a bit more wisely.” He got back up to his feet and began to walk into the other room.
“Where you going,” I asked, “Good Times is on.”
“I think I’m going to take up knitting,” he said, and continued down the hall.
“Can’t give everyone what they need, I guess,” I said, “just gotta let them find it.
“I did it,” he said a few hours later. He held up a crocheted TV set. “It was a complete waste of time.”
“Just one more thing you know you don’t want to do with your life,” I said, changing the channel.