“It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it.” - Seneca
Seneca reminds us that time itself is rarely the problem. Life does not disappear as quickly as we think. What vanishes is our attention. Days slip through our hands not because they are short, but because we allow them to dissolve in distraction, hesitation, and things that never truly mattered.
We postpone living as if the real moment will arrive later. After the next task, the next year, the next version of ourselves. Yet time does not accumulate for us to use someday. It quietly transforms into memory while we are busy preparing for a future that keeps moving further away.
The question Seneca leaves us with is simple but unsettling. If life feels short, is it truly time that is lacking, or is it the way we are choosing to spend it?
