Save Your Time While It’s Cheap

Save your time

while it’s cheap—

before regret

puts interest on it.

Before someday

becomes five years ago

and you’re standing there

wondering how the hell

you let that much life

get away from you.

I spent mine

like I had an endless supply.

On people

who couldn’t decide

if they wanted me.

On arguments

that changed nothing.

On proving myself

to people

who had already decided

who I was.

I wasted whole nights

replaying conversations

that were over.

Whole mornings

recovering from choices

I knew better than to make.

Whole years

waiting for something

to change

while doing everything possible

to stay exactly where I was.

Time felt cheap then.

Another weekend.

Another drink.

Another chance.

Another I’ll deal with it tomorrow.

Tomorrow seemed endless

until I started noticing

how many of them

were behind me.

That’s the fucking trick.

You never know

what your time costs

while you’re spending it.

You find out later—

when someone is gone.

When the opportunity closes.

When you finally become ready

for a life

that no longer exists.

And suddenly

you’d pay anything

for one ordinary afternoon

you barely noticed

while you had it.

So save your time

while it’s cheap.

Spend it

on people who stay.

On mornings

you’ll remember.

On becoming someone

you don’t constantly

need to escape from.

Say what matters.

Leave what hurts.

Love while it’s here.

Start before you’re ready.

Because eventually

time gets expensive.

And regret

has never given

a fucking refund.