Procrastination

By Nafisa Jibril u14mm1067

Each time I steal a gaze out of my window, I see a million reasons why I should not take that step, I see the many times I would have made that decision but hesitated and buried my thoughts under the shade of skepticism and the deceitful guise of the beautiful maiden; time. The many times it happened I wish I could put the world on a pause saddle my boat around and go make those decisions regardless of the outcome. There is such a thing as being audacious; courageous enough to take your decisions without fear and the bewildering consequences that may come with it. I believe maturity is tied to one’s acceptance of flaws sewn to the decisions made and the equal merriment that comes with the glory yield from the same actions taken. I have seen her like a whore tie a man to a point for many years in deceit, as he sips in her endless tonic of never-ending lies. I have seen her robbed a man off his riches and the treasures of life. She cuddles him slowly and takes away his pride with his eyes effusively open, he is awake and conscious. She seeks him not at night like the thieves; she comes to him in the day when he thinks of himself most unassailable and opaque. She is an enemy of tomorrow, a burglar of the mind and a slayer of greatness. She is a thief of time and an epitome of still water that moves only within the walls of its minutiae bank. Run away from her because all she brings you is tragedy and pain, beware of her lips because all she brings forth is lethal and poison. She gives you reasons why you should remain in the comfort of your bed even though the cock crow provides every reason to be up for the day’s chores, she whispers into your ears the sweetness that accompanies idleness and the illusive gains it fetches. Like a warden she waits in the other side of the jail to chase you right back as soon as you attempt to walk out of your shell. She tells you to wait tomorrow is another day, well, tomorrow never ends as today was once yesterday’s tomorrow and yesterday was once the sun that shone bright before it dwindled into the tiny ashes of the past. It’s a world of continuous circle each day brings blessings to the world with its unique fashion, seize the opportunity and do not broker it with procrastination, she will always have a reason to turn off your poise and quench your urge. She is slave to the willing; I hear when there is a will, there is a way. She is the mistress of the cynic; I hear when there is doubt and hesitations, linger and dawdle, pain and regret abound; you choose. She is the mother of sarcasm, a friend of the lazy and the reason behind your chains and cuffs. I see the reason you have not excelled as you had always wished you would, I see the rationale behind your stunted success, and I see the reason behind your maybe’s and shilly-shallying. You are hanging on a precarious thread, look at the man in the mirror and say these kind words to him; I refuse to postpone today what can be done.