More time

Everything compounds in value over time, except time itself. 

Time only has value in the present—you can’t save it, and hope to use it later. 

You don’t know how much you have, but you know you have enough to move past this moment.

In the end, I don’t think I would want more money, as many have led me to believe. 

I’d want more time. More time to say the things I didn’t say. More time to do the things I didn’t do. More time to make the things I didn’t make. 

All because I thought I had more time.