Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Time is not a container that life sits inside; it is the material itself. An hour given away is not a resource spent in service of living, it is a piece of the living. That is why wasted afternoons can leave a strange sense of loss with nothing obviously missing. Loving your life and guarding your hours turn out to be the same act, described two ways.

Look at where the last week actually went, not where you meant it to go. Find one recurring hour that gives you nothing and reclaim it. You do not need to fill it with achievement; being awake in it is enough.