Time is a slippery solution, schedules are the chinks that clog the gears of our days.
Or schedules are the evolutionary orders that raise complex societies from primordial sludges.
No, the instinct to be free to follow your nose wherever it leads is innate, nothing can overcome it.
Without organization and discipline, we would regress into a soup of perceived yet insubstantial meaning.
Schedules rip me from the things that I find important like a blind weeder pulling up every plant in a field.
And it is good for you, for without that intervention, you would quickly outgrow your bounds.
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