What do you want remains a cruel question. But I suppose if I had to answer, and if I had to answer truly, I would say: time. Time that is mine. Time that enables. Time that is unstructured. Time that is free of the requirements of notifications and connectivity. Time without conditions. Time that feels abundant. Time that liberates. Time to sleep untroubled by the anxiety of knowing yet more rights might have been eroded while I dreamed.
Time might be money but money might not always buy time but it usually improves the quality of how you get to spend it. When people don’t have money we force them to pay in time instead.
What would you do if you had more time? Or indeed: what would you do if you knew you didn’t?
We give because someone gave to us.
We give because nobody gave to us.
We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.
We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it—
Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.
Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:
— from When Giving Is All We Have by Alberto Ríos