I did not fully understand life until I learned to cherish every single heartbeat…

… so much so that every wasted heartbeat becomes a source of pain.

At the risk of putting too fine a point on it, is not wasting one’s time (or allowing others to waste one’s time) a form of suicide? Likewise, is not wasting the time of others a form of murder?

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