You will only become yourself in the surrender to zero. Not zero things. Toys, people, friends, lovers, jobs, titles, commodities. A greater zero.
Zero moments wasted. On anything less than love, passion, dreams, suffering, nobility, greatness, wonder, grief, joy. Zero moments wasted. On anything less than what is incandescent, searing, unthinkable, laughable, hopeless, dangerously noble, impossible, daunting, unreasonably beautiful, senselessly noble.
Time isn’t wasting away. We are.
From Umair Haque’s essay, The Highest Score