My spirit is important enough for me to constantly, every day of my existence for the past decade or so, be a part of my day, and be part of my relating to the world, throughout each and every day. It's something that I've made effort to include in my days wherever, and whenever possible, even when in the company of others or whilst busy doing activities.

There are many other activities that I could include in my days to bide my time, akin to what almost every other human being on this continent, and some other continents does throughout their life.

Endless vacations. Trips to go camping and skiing and hot air ballooning and rock climbing and bungee jumping. I could travel the world. I could buy every type of music CD or DVD that I could get my hands on pertaining to the particular realm of music that I was interested in.

I could buy much more clothing than I could ever hope to wear in an entire year of seasons. I could buy more cars than I could insure or drive long enough to enjoy and then grow tired of.

I could busy my weekends, my nights, and my waking hours when I'm alone listening to and watching as many sporting games as I could bring in my visual and auditory field. I could enjoy the fruits of this passion by purchasing as many sports-related memorabilia and fan accoutrements that I could find in the local sporting goods and sports clothing stores. I could deck out my house and my car and my wardrobe and my Facebook page with numerous mentions of my interest in sports and everything to do with sports. I could take every opportunity to discuss last night's score with the kindred fans down at the water-cooler at work.

I could do whatever I could to maximize my time in front of the television. I could buy the latest television channel listing guide and circle all of my favorite shows and their show times during the coming week or weeks. I could ensure that I structure my life and everything that it includes around the television and the shows that I have circled so as to not miss them or miss out on the continued series of any particular seasonal first-run of episodes that have to be watched in order.

Even better still, I could circle every sports game and sports commentary and sporting event show that is showing on the 299 television channels that I have through my local cable provider and I could ensure that I'm available to watch as many dozens of hours of them as I am able to squeeze into my 168-hour week. To do so, I can sacrifice sleep and time with my family actually relating in a substantive way. And, I could sacrifice cooking and eating quality and nutritious meals as I chomp down on another corn-dog and beer whilst reclined on my extra padded recliner in front of the 70-inch Sony LED HD television.

I could buy newspapers and read only the sports section. I could buy magazines that offer the latest updated statistics on every player in the field I watch.

How much do they make? Know it.

How is their score to-date? Know it.

How did they do last week after they were traded? Know it.

How did my kid hurt his knee yesterday? Hunh, he did? When? I didn't know that!

I could consume my time following the ups and downs of the stock market and every subtle nuance of the machinations of the world money wheel. Up. Down. Up. Up again. Down. Slide. Ad infinitum.

I could subscribe to all the money magazines and financial pundit e-rags that I could get my hands on and eyes viewing. I could join as many financial mailings on the net so as to be able to daily watch the workings of my financial portfolio and the expansion or deflation of such holdings. I could invest and speculate, and portend, and surmise as to how it's all going to end up in five years.

I could worry about every penny that I have right now and how much I'm saving for my retirement. I could read all the financial statistics about the value loss of money and how many millions are now necessary for our extended retirements, lest I allow myself to suffer a painful and penniless death in abject poverty. Of course, other ebooks and authors say that one should die broke and not leave their children anything financial. So, maybe that time spent is not so bad after all.

I could learn a hobby and take up lessons to learn everything that I can about it. Then I could actually do it and maybe find out that I really didn't have that much interest in it as I originally thought I did or would. I could find out that the hobby of finding hobbies is more to my liking and I'll continue to do that so that I feel like I'm doing something with the few spare hours I have during my week and life.

I could spend all of my time simply not accepting my life as it is. The busy times need to be emptied. The empty times need to be packed to overflowing with activity.

My mind can't stay empty either. It can't be bored as that isn't fun. Boredom is to be avoided at all costs. So, what to do about it? Take up a hobby. Take up vegging in front of the big-screen television. Zone out on the music blasting into my ears for the last uncountable stream of hours as I cruise through the dredges of the Internet and the morass of decay that sometimes electronically bares its soulless soul to me.

I could stuff my face to bide the time that I don't want to have to confront face-to-face. Food is a good out. It tastes good. It's sensual. It can even be erotic if one is to believe in what the Hollywood movies show us. Of course the more food that is consumed, the more the body begins to waste away, usually, so the more the body needs a good working out. And so there one goes, off to the shopping center or Amazon.com to buy that must needed expanding workout outfit and latest needed workout enhancing program that is sure to shed those recently added pounds of fat.

Then the fridge is empty. The closet is full of poorly-fitting clothes. The body feels like a mass of flesh. The television beckons, with the new sports scores streaming across the bottom of the channel as our favorite sports teams battle it out in a life-or-death match to the end, of the ninth inning.

Or, I could even spend my time writing and writing and writing an endless electronic tome so as to believe that something will come of it and someone, somewhere will benefit from the sharing. Year after year, reader after countless reader. I could continue to believe that another hour spent writing and sharing the inner thoughts of one person could make a difference in the mind and life of an other, somewhere on this planet. I could continue to believe that the words and the insight being shared are the most valuable aspects of a true connection. I could believe that there is no better way to spend the hours available to each of us.

What is it all for? We all have the same amount of time. We all have the same amount of time to use, to waste, to fill, to empty each and every week. There is not a micro-millisecond of difference between the richest person in the world and the child dying of thirst in many third-world countries.

Think about this. If you read this far, you just allowed these words to take up some of your precious time amongst your limited hours on this planet.

Do you see this writing as being that valuable to you? To your time?

Or do you see it as just another way to waste time. If so, I imagine you won't come back here to read.

If you don't come back, I won't mind. In fact, congratulations are in order. You have your priorities straight, I can tell. You're a busy person and don't have time to read the fluff offered here.

Seriously. Have a good time. See you around.

Go on, get busy getting busy.

Written by Andre Best
http://www.andrebest.com
'...insights :: insightful information for inquisitive individuals'

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P.S. Happy Birthday Madge! Love you. :-)