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.
Through the Fog 