Monday, March 21, 2011

Tomorrow

Procrastination. When I say that, many people jump to the images of homework left undone, phone calls to be made and laundry to do. But this isn’t what makes procrastinating so terrible and wasteful.

Yes, your grades would suffer substantially if homework wasn’t done. We know the consequences of letting old relationships from home fall through the cracks. And laundry left undone would make for a myriad of issues I hope I don’t need to detail. What’s less glaring about the dangers of procrastination is the kind that isn't tangible.

Hear me out. So many of my friends have a bucket list of sorts. Written or unwritten, People are always announcing small and seemingly less pressing goals of theirs.
“I wanna learn how to scuba dive.” “I’ve always missed playing soccer, I never do it anymore.” “I want to play hockey for the NHL.”

Everyone wants something. While some of our hopes are seen as a tad unrealistic -I’m not actually convinced I’d be a great and inspiring guitar player… - it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still reach for them. The horrible and somewhat macabre truth (and cliché) is that we have to live each day as if it were our last. We don’t have any time to waste at all. If I was to die tomorrow, I’d want to be wholly satisfied with my day. Completely content with exactly where my life was going.

A dismal thought, but procrastinating is a road that will only lead to us having fond memories of dreams we once had. We have to try and discover if it’s something we actually like or something we idealized more than we should have. We have to at least try

So maybe I’ll never be a stellar and world famous guitar player. But I’m still convinced I should try it. Not someday, but today. Maybe I’ll fail horribly. But at the end of the day, I tried it. And I didn’t wait until tomorrow to see.

So go do something. Be proud of your day and your life. 


 (terrible I know. At least he went for it!)

“I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.” – Carl Sandburg 

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