This is the platitude that's best known for breaking up bar fights.

The other day I was walking down the street and witnessed a car approach an intersection to turn right a little too hastily. In the process, they nearly hit a pedestrian crossing the street. Fortunately, they managed to stop in time without anyone getting hurt.

Five years ago, I think this would have made me angry. It's a situation that I wasn't involved with, nothing bad happened (although it could have). And even if something bad had happened, my getting angry wouldn't have helped the situation any. If I chose to intervene, it likely wouldn't affect the driver's future behavior and it certainly wouldn't get the paramedics on their way to help.

This time, I didn't get angry. Not worth it.

This phrase is a question that should become a personal mantra: "Is it worth it?" We should get comfortable asking it, and asking it often, before we do anything.

You've only got so many hours in the day and so many days in each week. How many do you want to spend watching television? I don't mean to pick on television, but: after how many hours does television stop being "worth it"?

What is your time worth to you?