Time

Someone once said to me "There are twenty-four hours in a day, but it takes thirty hours to complete my daily tasks." I've never forgotten this saying, but it remained in the back of my head for a while. Until now.

Now, hours upon hours of academic work is being piled upon me like an excavator piles dirt upon the ground. On top of academic work, I have track practice and I need to either maintain or build my body shape, which also takes time. On top of that, I need to visit my grandmother once every week to check up on her and take her out for lunch. A man also needs time for some rest and relaxation. I simply don't have the time to do all of that. I even started to feel slightly overwhelmed.

So today, I had track practice, and I decided to tell my coach, who I hold in high regard, about my little dilemma. He made an analogy, now it might sound strange but I'm doing my best at translation here, asking me if I should eat meat or vegetables. I responded saying that both are important and I should eat both. Then he linked that to my problem. He said that my time is mine, I can choose what I want to do with it.

I think I will always remember this.