On Time

 I cringe when I see a young attractive woman dating an older, wealthy man. She does not appreciate the value of the material she accumulates. The cost is her youth. Time is ultimate currency. Life of the moment. 

We amalgamate wealth to save time, but the comody is finite and equal between us. Weath is payed to someone else to accomplish a task in a faster time than it would take us, but we still have to work for final result. 

I can afford things elong musk could never. Privacy. Anonimity. Appreciation of the natural world. Wild deer meat. A self made wood bow. Not to shower at all during the week. A robust physical disposition. Maybe some of those things he would not value, but I can still out buy them.

Time is the ultimate currency as we think by spending it we will save it to; but is this really the case on the scales?