Attention is a currency.
Maybe the most valuable one I have.
Maybe the only one I have.
More honest than time.
More revealing than feelings.
More precise than words.
What I attend to is what I become.
Over time.
In small ways.
Then all at once.
That’s why I ask a better question:
What is the return on my attention?
Not what did it cost me.
What did it give me back?
Did it deepen my clarity?
Did it shift my awareness?
Did it bring me closer to what matters?
Or closer to more?
Or closer to what’s louder?
I’ve scrolled for answers.
Refreshed for meaning.
Checked for something
I couldn’t name.
I said it was harmless.
It wasn’t.
It didn’t hurt me.
It hollowed me.
It’s not renewable.
It’s what shapes the next version of me.
What is the return on my attention?
What did it cost me to give it away?
What would give it purpose, on purpose?