I used to think I was just selling
one day at a time, working. Always the same increment - one day. Sold off. You
want one day of my life, pony up the cash. The older I got the more they paid
me for that day, it seemed like a sweet deal to me. I’m still only selling them
my day, that hasn’t changed but the money has gone up. Not a lot, but it’s gone
up. So I keep shaving off these paper thin slices, so thin I can’t even see
them, not really, I don’t even notice what I am giving up. Looking at it flat,
it’s a big square day but side on it’s so thin an amount of time it simply
disappears.
I don’t know if the increment has changed or if I have changed, but what I do know is that one day is no longer just one day.
Now I only have half of what I
started with, so it’s not just a day, it’s more. Percentage wise, each day I
carve off and sell for coin is a bigger and bigger hunk of what I started with.
What is left. Of. My. Life.
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