
Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals

“missing out” is what makes our choices meaningful in the first place.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
“Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion,” the English humorist and historian C. Northcote Parkinson wrote in 1955, coining what became known as Parkinson’s law.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
All of this illustrates what might be termed the paradox of limitation, which runs through everything that follows: the more you try to manage your time with the goal of achieving a feeling of total control, and freedom from the inevitable constraints of being human, the more stressful, empty, and frustrating life gets.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
We labour at our daily work more ardently and thoughtlessly than is necessary to sustain our life,” wrote Nietzsche, “because to us it is even more necessary not to have leisure to stop and think. Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.”)
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
Productivity is a trap. Becoming more efficient just makes you more rushed, and trying to clear the decks simply makes them fill up again faster.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
“The spirit of the times is one of joyless urgency,”
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
Peace of mind, and an exhilarating sense of freedom, comes not from achieving the validation but from yielding to the reality that it wouldn’t bring security if you got it.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
The more humane approach is to drop such efforts as completely as you can. Let your impossible standards crash to the ground. Then pick a few meaningful tasks from the rubble and get started on them today.
Oliver Burkeman • Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
What would you do differently with your time, today, if you knew in your bones that salvation was never coming—that your standards had been unreachable all along, and that you’ll therefore never manage to make time for all you hoped you might?