How weird is it that most of us put so much importance on how we spend our money and so little importance on how we spend our time?
I’ll give you an example.
The other day, I was telling my co-worker how I had saved a hundred dollars by cleaning the inside of my car myself.
“…and it only took me eight hours.” I said, proudly.
“Bro, how much do you value your time?” He replied, a puzzled look on his face.
He had a good point. Was eight hours of my life worth a hundred dollars in my bank account?
But we go through our entire lives doing this.
Some of us work jobs that we can’t stand for wages that make it only almost bearable. We do the book-keeping for our own businesses, adding hours of unpaid work to our week, because we don’t want to pay an accountant our hard earned money. Hell, I once had a friend who’s family drove 36 hours to Mexico because splitting gas among them was cheaper than 5 individual plane tickets.
And what I find so deeply ironic about this is that we have such a finite amount of time in our lives. We can always earn more money, but when our time is up on Earth, it’s up.
There’s no magical new body we can just step into at the end of our lives, unless we’re in an episode of Altered Carbon (which admittedly took me only 2 days to binge watch).
So why do we do this? Immortality complex? Do we just love money that much? Are we clinically insane?
Honestly, I don’t know, but thinking about it has me valuing my time more.
This week I’m committing to spend less time watching Netflix and more time in the presence of my friends and family.
Have thoughts on this? I’d love to hear from you down below.