Procrastination brings nothing but losses. And yes, it does bring uneasy inkling as well. Thanks.
My friend once said, "hey its your loss if you miss it, nobody gives a shit." And this time, I got a major reality check. My books have been waiting to unwrap since the day I bought with vigor. But people change in a second. Suddenly I take great relish in my laptop when I return to my laid-back room. Nothing comforts more than a cozy bed and sweet cookies and cold beverages and salty chips. Not books.
But those books are academic materials that demand attention. Deep inside I know what crime I'm committing. And the crime against time and responsibility are not redeemable. Time passes and you can't trace it back. The quint of guilt is not erasable, it's torturing but at the same time, indulging.
I know what procrastination is and what catastrophic effect it is capable of, but I can't resist the indulgence. It's like you love sweet stuffs so much and you don't mind diabetic issue.
Looking at those stacks of lecture notes and further readings chokes my breathe. And my brain. I can't think. These series of anecdotes seems to take charge of every decisions I made. Academic is trivial and other things are significant. What's wrong with me??!
I know that I need a personality workshop. A huge one. An idle life is a phase before a tempest. That's not a positive cue. History showed the serenity before calamity, so it's my job to take heed of the sign.
Its just that I need a little push to work it out.
And I need it now..
