I think about the time I spent before I left for Singapore. About 3 months in 2005. What did I do then? I dont remember now. I watched some movies. I am not sure if there was something else. Seemed like a large proportion of my time has been spent wastefully and unproductively. Worse, it seems like I am doing many stuffs just to spend time, spend days.
But this seems beyond the matter of discipline. Seems inherent in life. Is that so?
Look from 2 points:
-Life is at present tense. We spend the present moment mostly for its own sake. As we look back, the moment we spent in the past of course most likely appears as irrelevant. And then we feel it wasted.
-Many small acts are indeed waste. They contribute nothing to long-term program and not sure if be any good for the moment it is spent. Very often those moments will be omitted in the documentary of our own self. Makes no meaning.