Got time to meet for drinks?

No way, I’m swamped! I barely have time to breathe. You wouldn’t want to be me right now!

Well, you are actually right for a change. I wouldn’t!

Because you are the slave of time. You have not managed to make it your own.

Tame it!

Enjoy it!

Use it!

Abuse it!

Make it, not just have it!

Time is not on your side since you don’t have the time. Time is a sneaky bastard especially when highlighting your priorities behind your back or under your very busy nose.

Silverfuckinglinings baby!

The making of time is quite a skillful activity. You have to put some effort into it.

Get your hands dirty!

Clear your head!

Listen to yourself and see what matters and what doesn’t…

I have to do this and that and that… Oh and there’s also that other thing! I’m so sorry! I wish I could!

The myth of the almighty busy man has grown old… It’s a pile of useless explanations and sound dust.

You want it, you make time for it, whatever that it may be. You don’t, it will catch up with you via nocturnal regrets and fuck you insomnia style.

Timing is everything sometimes!

I have met synchronicity and it feels pretty great!

I have also been acquainted with persistent lack of synchronization. Feels frustrating as fuck.

In the end, I concluded that we are still masters and commanders of our own lives and where timing fails, we can step in and make the fucking time.

Nevertheless, I have come to trust the timing of my life! It knows where I’m going and where I’ve been!

And now here I stand before you!

Pick’a’freakin’boo!