“Time is money.”

That’s what I was told.

I measured it.

I optimized it.

If time is money,

then every minute becomes a transaction.

Every hour is an invoice.

Every pause is an expense.

I protected it.

I scheduled it.

I monetized it.

That’s what I do

with something valuable.

Time isn’t money.

It’s what I spend in the pursuit of it.

When a moment is framed currency,

it stops being space.

Space to think.

To feel.

To breathe.

To be.

When time is a tool for earning,

it stops being a place for living.

If time is money,

then stillness is waste.

Reflection is inefficiency.

Presence is unproductive.

Everything is backwards.

I think I am managing time.

Time is managing me.

I don’t spend it.

I get spent by it.

It’s a useful question:

How much is my time worth?

A better question is:

What’s worth my time?