What if time was infinite?

As I am writing these words now, I am watching the clock on the top right of my screen, slowly incrementing minute by minute. It is now 10:23.

My brain at this very minute:

I have to pick up Yassin from the Kita soon. I need to hurry up with today's chores.

And I need to sort out things at home.

And why are the cafés so expensive nowadays? Like, writing these words now has cost me 14€.

And will I have time today to study German?

Will Yassin and Nour sleep peacefully for just one night? Will tonight be the night?

All these things revolve around one constraint: time — and, somehow, also money, as a not yet financially independent person.

Money does give you more choice about what you do with your time. But still, time is a finite resource. And not only finite its quality degrades as we get older, too.

That's what I find bizarre about people — me included — who do activities to kill time. Like, isn't every minute we're breathing air worth all the money we'll ever get in our lifetime? Wouldn't you trade all you have for one extra day of doing what you love? Even an hour of it?

What if our time was infinite? Would we worry less about money, since we'd have all the time to accumulate it? Would we cherish the special moments in our lives as we do now?

I will try to live for a week where I convince myself, as much as I can, that my time on this earth is infinite. I want to see the things I really cherish and the things I would rather not do.

Curious to see if time and money are really that intertwined