Capital. There’s the kind that sits in bank accounts, and if it’s mine, doesn’t really even get time to take a load off before it’s headed to somewhere else. The kind that some people have loads of, and others none. The kind that accrues interest if there’s lots of it, or debt in scarcity.
Though more important is the bank of our time. How the tank starts full and ends empty. For each and every person alive. And the constant decisions on how to spend it. On days like today, with views like this, there’s no regret or rethinking. Time well spent, and gratitude to get to do this.