The most important resource in life, and what truly matters.

I used to think that money was pretty important.

After I recovered from my illness though, the perspective changed drastically. Call it an epiphany, maybe.

Time, not money, is both the most valuable and limited resource we possess. Without time, there’s no way we can accomplish anything of worth. Nowadays, I assess potential tasks and projects with two questions:

  1. Can I commit the time necessary to get them done, and
  2. Is the outcome worth my time and effort?

In a way, this loops back to the stuff I learnt from Tim Ferriss and the Four Hour Work Week long ago. Time is precious, free yourself up from things that can be effectively outsourced.

Perhaps it’s the fact that work keeps me so busy during the day, my personal time has become much more precious. Or maybe, it might be because of the workload that’s forced me to reassess my time versus output ratio. I’m not even going to go into the projects I had on my plate outside work. It’s a good thing quite a few of them ended at the same time for various reasons, otherwise I would honestly be dying right now.

For good or for worse, this shift in mindset is definitely going to change the way I prioritise tasks. I’m viewing it as a “good” for now. The important thing to always remember though, is that two things are always going to be worth our time. Our passions, and the people that matter.

The thing I hate most about being sick?

That feeling of helplessness from having a body and mind that’s not at their best. I feel inept, incapable of doing anything or even think about anything. Focus is just plain gone.

The only thing left to do, is to endure, and recover. And you know what they say about the sick needing to rest and recover? Bullshit seriously, how do you rest (via sleep) when you can only sleep 4-5 hours a night? The rest of my night was spent coughing or in a state of mild delirium dreaming about being in the fantasy books I read. (You are what you read, literally.)

Having a nasty flu/sore throat/headache/fever combi (and a stye on my left eye area right before) was no walk in the park. It’s been more than a week since I last felt fully healthy. It sounds strange, but getting back to work has helped somewhat, because I had something else to focus on outside of feeling sorry for myself at home. Of course, I was a phlegm machine with a hacking cough all day long, spitting it up and out whenever I had a chance.

Maybe that’s how getting old will be like. Thankful to be on the road to recovery right now, that is all!