The Philosophical Struggle Over Wasted Time

The moment I realized I spent six minutes reloading the same social media feed.

Total horror. It happened again. This absolute tear in the fabric of time.

My life is leaking. Six minutes. Gone. Vanished into the

digital ether. Time is lost forever. Truly gone. If I had

invested those six minutes wisely, I could have learned Japanese or something useful.

Or perhaps I could have solved the global energy crisis. The math is

undeniable and painful. The existential dread hits hard. Who am I now?

Am I the one who wasted these minutes? Is my life just the sum