Five hundred words may not be enough to express how it feels. The implication of wasting such a precious element. One we can never get back. Time has value intrinsic to existence itself. I fear the wisdom of the ancients would find the words best and , know truly, I have yet to master such linguistical mastery. Language is limited by the creativity of the writer. Within five hundred words. It truly must not be possible. How does one place a value on time? Should I assume your lifetime is the limit? Does my lifetime matter to you? That answer will become apparent with time I suppose after all. If time cannot be defined, we must begin with waste. Are happy moments with sad ending a waste? Are sad moments a waste? Five hundred words. I must decide. Both road s lead to paths that lead to endless thought. I have not the countless moments that must be required to solve such riddles. Am I to disregard the genius of my elders? Do I disregard even your opinion? It could be my thoughts that matter in this topic. In t hat case it is likely best to conclude that waste in general and waste of time specifically can be handled separately. We need not to define waste and time if wasted time were to be defined instead. Let’s declare wasted time as time future existence of one ’s self has declared as misused. This concludes that the scales of positivity are the key instrument used to measure one’s time. I’ve done it again; created a definitional requirement that requires words, of which I am dwindling. If happiness weighs on the heart the same as sorrow surely does, then the scales will reflect balance. Even with a sad end, there must be an amount of immediate happiness that forces a return to balance. If the zero mark is said to be the line of waste, then we have found the solut ion. Mind you several assumptions have been made and an entire measurement invented. The remainder of my words must speak more truly then the previous or they will dwindle with little outcome. I only have five hundred after all. Knowing now that the goal h as been outweighing future sadness with current happiness the trail can be blazed. This is not an unfamiliar route as using time is a skill I have gained throughout my short life. I have yet to devalue a year by seeing too many, so it may be young age sets value higher than that of the elders. A discussion for posterity to be sure. With feet facing forward I say on to you that betting against future sadness by taking large risks frequently, where the scales of positivity are disregarded, and fate is left to the ones who guide it is likely the best option. How I know that your time will not be wasted? I trust the risk in finding your own answer will be more than five hundred words.