Time
More than ever, I’ve come to regard time as my scarcest resource. This is new, because there was once a point where I had lots of time. In fact I was pretty good at amusing myself.
Having no time means that people want your time. And isn’t that the problem we want? Someone’s time is really a proxy for getting them to do something for another. As social animals we’re motivated to do this. Otherwise, we’d be a sociopath, which in some ways seems simpler to me.
The problem is, in addition to being social, we’re also selfish. All motivations are selfish in the end. So we play this game of social give and take with whatever our scarcest commodity happens to be (time, for most adult first-worlders), hoping to come out on top, with people giving their time to our agenda.
From above it’s another brilliant equilibrium of nature, until you realize you live in the muck with everyone else.
Oops. Out of time. Gotta go.
