Seneca wrote that we guard our money and our land closely, yet hand our days away to anyone who asks. He was not scolding. He was pointing at something we all forget: time spent does not return. This is not meant to frighten you into rushing. It is meant to make today feel worth something. The hour you give to scrolling, to a grudge, to a worry that goes nowhere, that hour is real and it is gone. You do not need to fill every minute. You only need to notice that your life is happening now, in this ordinary day, and to spend a little of it on what you would not want to miss.

Inspired by the old idea of the value of time. Written by Ugo Charles.