Ruminating on "Time"... the Pink Floyd version, not the Hootie version.

So it's Saturday. I'm broke until pay day so the roommate and I have just hung around the apartment all day. It's been pleasant, but I find myself getting restless and uneasy. Not physcially, but mentally and emotionally. Then I read this article about what you will regret as you get older. The one guy had a long and thoughtful essay. And the scariest part was what he called "the heavy cost of the time you've wasted." And he directed the reader, me, to the lyrics of the Pink Floyd song "Time." I was never an adolescent male so I missed out on the Pink Floyd fandom and love that most men I've ever known have for the band. But I googled the lyrics. I find them incredibly sad, true, and maybe a little inspiring. I still don't know which way to go in life, and if the doors will open in that direction if I want them to... but it's a reminder that I don't have forever. I regret a lot of my youth. So much of it feels wasted. I don't want to regret all of my adulthood. Here are the lyrics:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun
But it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same in a relative way
but you're older shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to day

Home
Home again I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good tow arm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spell...