How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?We know life is short. We say it constantly. And then we live as if we have no choice but to give it away.From childhood onward, time is assigned, controlled, and traded. School, work, debt, routine. Society calls this normal life. We call it responsibility. Rarely do we call it surrender.We judge the elderly for being tired, bitter, dependent, and stuck. We promise ourselves we will be different. But we are already rehearsing the same life, just earlier and with better excuses. Many of us will arrive there poorer, lonelier, and more exhausted than the people we once dismissed.This book follows a human life from beginning to end and shows how little of it is ever truly chosen. Not because people are weak, but because there is almost no alternative.There is no advice here. No comfort. No escape plan.This is not self help. It is an indictment.And it leaves one question behind.How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?

How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?We know life is short. We say it constantly. And then we live as if we have no choice but to give it away.From childhood onward, time is assigned, controlled, and traded. School, work, debt, routine. Society calls this normal life. We call it responsibility. Rarely do we call it surrender.We judge the elderly for being tired, bitter, dependent, and stuck. We promise ourselves we will be different. But we are already rehearsing the same life, just earlier and with better excuses. Many of us will arrive there poorer, lonelier, and more exhausted than the people we once dismissed.This book follows a human life from beginning to end and shows how little of it is ever truly chosen. Not because people are weak, but because there is almost no alternative.There is no advice here. No comfort. No escape plan.This is not self help. It is an indictment.And it leaves one question behind.How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?

How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?We know life is short. We say it constantly. And then we live as if we have no choice but to give it away.From childhood onward, time is assigned, controlled, and traded. School, work, debt, routine. Society calls this normal life. We call it responsibility. Rarely do we call it surrender.We judge the elderly for being tired, bitter, dependent, and stuck. We promise ourselves we will be different. But we are already rehearsing the same life, just earlier and with better excuses. Many of us will arrive there poorer, lonelier, and more exhausted than the people we once dismissed.This book follows a human life from beginning to end and shows how little of it is ever truly chosen. Not because people are weak, but because there is almost no alternative.There is no advice here. No comfort. No escape plan.This is not self help. It is an indictment.And it leaves one question behind.How much of your time ever truly belonged to you?