If you decide to take a “day off” from life, know that you stand in imminent peril of losing that time forever; days are classically precious and irredeemable. Sand that flows downward through a hourglass doesn’t then magically and in discordance with all the known laws of physics flow back upward through that tiny orifice separating the two glass chambers—the isthmus in this case representing the highly dynamic present, the bottom chamber the past, and the top chamber the pluperfect future which manifests as our remaining time on Earth. Remember, there are no rainchecks on life. Once we allow a day to pass, however productive or unproductive the rascal may have been, there is zero chance of returning to that day again in the future. And of course such is the way things should be. Appreciate what you have now; don’t struggle maniacally to thwart the advance of time or pompously seek to deposit units of time in a temporal piggybank for future usage. The Laws of Physics don’t work in this fashion and neither does life. Celebrate and rejoice in the present for all it’s worth, but understand that once it’s gone it’s gone. You can’t unscramble an egg, you can’t undo an avalanche after it’s begun, you can’t scrunch a genie back into its host bottle, you cannot reverse the result of oxidation and wish away a roaring fire once a match has been lit, you cannot undo the Big Bang, and you likewise cannot relive events from the past irrespective of desire. This is not to say you have to make every day that you’re alive a colossal, monumental extravaganza, but I’m merely suggesting that taking any day off completely without attempting a key initiative or a laudable physical action amounts to a giant sham and a shameful waste of time. There were probably a thousand different ways you could have utilized said time that would have provided you with more overt pleasure than just lying around contemplating what you’re gonna have for supper as you listen to a clock ticking on the wall, but you nonetheless “chose” otherwise. Granted, the preternatural gift of free will affords everyone such a lifestyle “choice”, but the simple existence of free will surely doesn’t constitute evidence that sloth is a prudent, defensible manner of living. Water flowing into an ocean can never be undiluted and returned exactly as before to the river wherest it originated, and by the same token days that have sailed by arbitrary benchmarks on the Arrow of Time can never be returned intact to those same benchmarks. The past is immutable; the past is inviolable; the past is fixed in concrete; you cannot go back there unchanged from before. The present and hopeful future? Those are different creatures altogether; change is possible and even a suggested course of action for certain people in glaring need of same.
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