spent

“Time well spent” has lingered in me like a silent vow ever since I was handed a second chance at life, almost eighteen years ago.

Not as a slogan.
Not as a goal with milestones.
More like a soft ache that refuses to leave.

I never quite learned how to measure it. I still don’t know how to savour it. But somewhere deep inside, a quiet compass keeps asking the same question: Am I spending this moment well?