“You may delay, but time will not.” ― Benjamin Franklin
Time moves independently of me. It’s progression is inevitable, it’s direction is certain. Forward marching, always. I, on the other hand, have a choice. My actions (and omissions) determine my bent, bias, and rate. I sometimes fool myself into thinking I’ve saved time, but I’ve only just accomplished more with less effort in the time allotted. Perception is funny that way. When I start a project, time is a non-factor when I think of my approach (it’s obviously crucial in the planning phase). I ask a simple question: will it take me fast or far? Will it make a sudden impact and wane or will it have an extended presence? The key to that inner monologue is the realization that I can achieve the best of both. It can be instantly recognizable, and so much so that it lingers as a topic of conversation well beyond it’s official completion. Life, like boxing, is about endurance as much as it is about strength and speed. So hit hard, and hit often. And don’t stop until the bell rings. The crown is yours to claim.