It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.
― Seneca, On the Shortness of Life
I’m writing this after waking up at 2.30am. I’m not tired at all. My mind is doing burpees. I want to go make coffee. I want to do stuff… like save the world. So I make coffee, check emails and work on my blog for a bit. Now it’s 9.11 and I’m ready to crash. Can’t see myself making it to noon. Shit.
The intention was there. Still is…still want to save the world. But I may need a nap first.
How’s your 2.30am going? Or is it 3 or 4? In the entertaining TED Talk ‘The 4am Mystery, the speaker explains why 4am has achieved cult status as that most feared hour when insomnia triggers the highlight reel of our deepest regrets and wrong turns. For me, 4am, and sometimes 2.30, is Seneca, the Godfather of Stoicism, standing by my bed in a chalky toga, slapping me in the face and yelling,
“Get up you lazy son of a bitch! You’ve got stuff to do, plans to make, things to create!”
What’s Latin for ‘lazy son of a bitch’? Well, Seneca, thanks, I’m up. I hope you’re happy. I just wish you’d given me another hour’s kip.
Right, now who’s with me for saving the world?