Cronus conundrum

It seems to me that time more than anything else conspires against me. It is the one thing that I never seem to have enough of. I imagine that I am not unique here. However, on a day when I have only a few minutes to soak in one of Nature's fleeting exquisite moments before rushing off to fulfill obligations, the reality of circumstance is bittersweetly acute. Because if I do not rush off this morning, I may be faced with harboring the regret of "what if." What if I had been prudent about my business that day, would I be longing for its rewards today?