The saver

Once upon a time, there was a man who would obsessively save anything that he ever got to own.
When he was a kid, he never played with his toys or ate his candy. He would just save them. No sharing, no playing, no eating. Just saving. When the time came that he was no longer a child, he was the teen who had the largest and most cared-for collection of toys. He would sell it for a decent amount later on.

He grew up to become a student. He saved for himself everything he learned. He never shared his books, or his knowledge, and he took special care so no one would cheat in an exam on his expense, because he liked to save his answers for himself. When graduation came, he had the best marks, no one came even near to his average. He was so well prepared, that he could get the best job anytime.

He found a good job, and earned quite a lot. Nevertheless, he didn't waste that money, instead, he saved it. No pointless trips, no dumb leisure, no stupid friends, or dates with shallow women. It all went to the bank. Unsurprisingly, he became rich. When lean times came and everyone else panicked, he still had more money than he would ever use.

There is one thing he always saved, from childhood to his last days; he always saved his time. He dedicated it only to strictly necessary things. No foolish or leisure. Whenever he could, he saved his spare time. When death came, he became the most lonely and miserable corpse in the cemetery. All that time he saved, all those seconds and hours he did not "waste" went lost forever.

You can save your money in a bank, and use it later. You can save a toy, and it's value might rise as the years pass. You can save a secret and make some profit. But time ... time is waisted when measured. You use it or you lose it, you can never save it. Don't save, live.