Time

All we have is time.  We have a finite amount, and when it runs out, that's it.  Game over.  So, with that in mind I've been trying lately to waste less of it.  I've been going road trips at the weekend with K, and seeing places I've (a) never seen, or (b) not been to for way too long, and it's been good so far.  We're going to keep it up.

This has got me thinking about the time that was (possibly) wasted in my 20's, when I could and should have been out going places, seeing things and doing.  Instead I was sitting (admittedly with friends and girlfriends) in bars listening to rock/blues bands.  But the thing is, that's the sort of thing that made me who I am.  If I hadn't done that, would I be as appreciative now, when I'm out seeing my own country.  Would I enjoy travelling to other countries as much?  If I'd married my ex, I'd have been to Spain every year for beach holidays.  I'd never have met K and gone to Egypt, Lebanon, Syria, Sri Lanka etc.  I'd have looked and photos in National Geographic, and yearned, but would I have got off my arse and actually GONE ?  Probably not.

Maybe the time wasn't wasted after all.  Anyway, it was fun at the time.