Tuesday, 09 June 2009

• I, the procrastinator.

  I am holding the key to my own jail cell. I am carrying the verdict to my own case. Everything else is reliant on whether or not I do a damn thing. I take the first step. I cross the finish line. I walk towards the goal. What's keeping me from getting there? Me.

  The problem, I now know, lies within me. Simply put, the problem IS me. I refuse to move. When everything else is falling apart, I tend to bail. I tend to say, "Do it tomorrow, it will work out by itself till then". Yes, that sounds exactly like me. Even as I am revealed to this, I am doing everything else BUT the things I'm supposed to be doing. Blame it on the habits, I guess. Date the origin of regret way back to the time I started NOT doing my homework. Date it way way back to the time I started sleeping in class, to the time I started NOT submitting any of my home economics projects, and to the time I started to be too proud of my brain and share none of that pride with my muscle. It takes two things, maybe three, maybe four, but I can name just two. It takes a brilliant idea, a plan, a blueprint of schemes, to get started. Then, it takes every muscle in that God-given body to start following that plan, down to the very last item to be checked off in that list. I have a plan, a brilliant one at that. The mind is willing, but the spirit is weak. ...

  I am about to sink in a bathtub of disappointments, too lazy to pull the plug.

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