Last week, my neighbour named Sverre died somewhat abruptly while at work, with sudden heart failiure and that was that. He was not very old, and his family did not really have a medical history of heart disease. It just.. happened. I am not entirely sure why, but it has made me think a lot in the past week. When young, you see yourself as immortal and unbreakable, bound for living to the ripe old age of 100, and that is kind of that. Money seems alluring, so why not trade time for money?
The last year as a whole let me see the extent of how fragile a person can be, and how important time truly is. I think if anyone went back and asked my neighbour what he would trade for just a year longer, I would imagine he would be willing to go far to pay for another 365 days.
As long as the time's worth experiencing, then time ought to outweigh money. If the time you have is miserable, well... speaking from experience... one should do the best with what one has, else... well... you end up as Sverre.
..and that, to me, is the best motivation possible to avoid the call of the Void.