This year the price of the bread I usually buy went up by 30 cents. Just like when bok choi occasionally goes up by 20 cents. Circumstances like these cause one to pause and consider.
This year the value of time went up. It used to be “there are only 52 weekends in a year”. Now it’s “there are only 52 weekends in a year”. But to ground myself, there are a couple of sayings that I mangle: “everyone is given the same 24 hours” and “one makes time for one’s priorities”. That foreign word that seems less foreign as the months pass by: Adulthood. And the non-optional accompaniments. Groceries. Sweeping. Laundry. Responsibility.
Leisure time. What’s left over after you take out work, meals, chores, and sleep. It’s with this leftover time that we display our priorities. The other commitments are fixed, but leisure time, that’s up to us to spend as we choose.
The staircase. 從小到大 people one step ahead would say to the ones below, “wait until you get up here.” In many forms regarding many things. One of them: When you start working, you’ll come back and just want to unwind/relax. Weekends and public holidays turn from bronze to diamonds.
The price of things have gone up.
Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things and give me life in your ways.