Borrowed Hours, Spent Once

Given weight reminds me that I don’t wake up furious that I’m not twice as heavy, but I just live inside the body I was handed and get on with the day,
Given weight shows me how strange it is that I accept physical limits easily, yet I complain about time like it owes me extra years to prove something,
And given weight asks me, why do I treat my lifespan like an injustice when I treat my body’s measure like a simple fact,
But given weight tells me, I can practice the same calm acceptance with time that I practice with my reflection in the mirror…

Borrowed hours are placed in my palm each morning like coins I can spend only once, and I keep acting like I can return them later like a refund,
Borrowed hours disappear no matter what I feel about them, whether I use them well or waste them in spirals and tiny dramas that don’t feed my life,
And borrowed hours ask me, if I knew these hours were limited and non-refundable, would I still give them away so easily to worry and and still compare,
But borrowed hours tell me, I can start protecting my time the way I protect money—by spending it where it truly matters…

Quiet waste happens in small ways, not always in huge mistakes, but in the everyday drifting where I keep saying “later” like later is guaranteed,
Quiet waste looks like scrolling to avoid my feelings, arguing to avoid tenderness, postponing dreams because fear feels safer than trying,
And quiet waste asks me, how many days have I traded away just to stay comfortable, just to avoid the discomfort of actually living,
But quiet waste tells me, I can stop leaking my life in tiny drops and begin again right now with one honest choice…

Late regret is what arrives when the clock starts feeling loud, when the years feel shorter, when the body gets tired, and suddenly time looks precious in a way I ignored it,
Late regret makes people beg for more minutes only after wasting hours, as if wanting extra time that can erase the careless way they spent the earlier parts,
And late regret asks me, why wait until it’s almost over before I start acting like my life is worth my focused attention,
But late regret tells me, I can honor my time now, so I don’t have to bargain with it later in panic…

Watchwords:
• Time is not refundable
• “Later” is not guaranteed
• Small waste becomes big regret
• I can begin again today
• Acceptance can be practiced

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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