Procrastination

I don’t know why procrastination is one of the easiest things to do. It takes almost no effort to procrastinate. In fact, procrastination comes almost naturally to us, as naturally as walking, breathing. It’s as if we were born to procrastinate.

Of course, we know the consequences of it. It’s usually bad. It can set us back in life, keep us from accomplishing our goals.

Is procrastination the result of laziness? Lack of interest? An aversion for the things we need to do? Or is it more like a ghost, existing everywhere and nowhere, waiting to possess us when we’re feeling lazy, tired, or disinterested?

Procrastination sucks the life out of us, makes us feel like there’s no reason to get up off the chair and write, fabricates excuses to clean not the dishes or to make a plate of food. It sinks discouraging and negative thoughts into our mind, whispers into our ear like a ghost in the room.

But sooner or later, reality will come stomping its foot down, waking us up from the daze of procrastination, scaring it away.

Bills. Chores. Appointments. Meetings. Work. Food. Drink.

We cannot avoid the necessities of life. Reality hands out consequences irrespective of the excuses that procrastination fills our mind with. When we’re hungry, thirsty, and beset by late bills, we get back to reality, get back to work.

As we mature, we learn to respect reality more, learn not to listen to procrastination. But procrastination doesn’t disappear, but rather, hides and waits in the corner.