must be the after-rain feel to the air. or the reality of a future that won't keep promises. or quite simply, the stuff that i NEED to do that i'm still not doing anything about...yet.
procrastination. always been my sickness. or maybe it's fear. i don't know. i just know that when i get into something, i want to be in it with the best possible ammunition, do the best possible performance. so i take extra care. or worse, i set aside the challenge for later, when i'm "ready". i go on with my life and its more mundane concerns. i buy time.
wrong way to face life, i know. while we're not campaigning for the padalos-dalos way of attacking things we're not approving of sitting on your decisions, either. haller. just like that short story (or stories?) you meant to actually finish but never got around to actually writing. you want SO badly to make it beautiful, you end up not doing it at all. and before you know it, you're 25 years old, and those fiction-writing days are long forgotten.
what a sad ending. i don't want that to happen to me again. so i'm going to get off this beanbag chair and just friggin' DO it. before the embers die. i was saving the work for the best time. but i'm realizing now--there IS no best time except the time i'm going to make for the work, and that time is now.
paksyet. i hate myself when i talk like this. when i go on tortured-soul mode. not healthy! but you just have to face what stuff you're trying to push aside. no other way around it but to go through it.
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1 comment:
Wasn't it Voltaire who said -- "The Best is the Enemy of the Good"...
That's what came to mind when I read your post about waiting for the "best time" to start writing your short stories.
Wala lang... :D
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