costly focus

Paying with this currency called time, all at once the most superfluous and valuable asset of my life, I must choose which parts of it to sell off and which to keep for the betterment of self. Even as I write, seconds metamorphose into words before my very eyes, and I'm left to recount their meanings one by one. The multitude of distractions within this life amount to an expensive habit, one I cannot sustain unless I mortgage my future happiness.