My take on Procrastination

I could never do that later on….

Every day when I went to the office, I had to pass through a traffic junction.

Multiple roads met there, and very frequently I used to encounter the red light.

While stopping over, street hawkers would come to you and try to sell some weird things.

Few beggars would ask for some alms.

I used to notice a frail lady in a cotton Saree with red borders who used to beg there.

She did not look like a typical street beggar.

I thought, who knows, she may be abandoned by the children at an old age.

Maybe she does not have anyone.

She was so frail that she was almost unable to come up to the vehicles and ask for help.

Most of the time, she just sat on the side of the road, thinking that someone would walk up to her and give her some money in a busy traffic junction.

I always thought of giving some money to her but invariably missed out on doing that.

I did not take the pain of going out of the car and give that money.

So, for many days, many months, I kept on thinking of helping her.

But never could end up doing that.

After a few days, I noticed that the lady wasn’t there.

Every day I passed through, I looked around and tried to spot her.

She wasn’t there.

Maybe she left forever…

I missed the opportunity of doing a little act of kindness and experience the true happiness of helping someone unconditionally.

This what procrastination does to life.

So many thoughts, so many ideas, so many dreams die because of procrastination.

Things just get delayed and delayed.

Some get expired.

Procrastination is like carrying a baby that never gets delivered.

It costs happiness, relationship, and success.

Eventually, it decays the soul.

I have experienced it very closely.

That phone call you never made to your old friend,

That online course you enrolled in you never completed,

The new pair of sneakers you bought for jogging never got used,

Those loving and caring words you always wanted to say to your dear ones,

That long-pending patch up with someone you loved.

Is it worth holding back?

And why do we hold it?

Laziness?

Ego?

The excuse of not having time?

Or, why should I first?

Makes no sense to be on that trip, ultimately.

I was not happy keeping the change that I wanted to give to that old lady.

That does not belong to me anymore.

Those words you wanted to tell friends could have been theirs by now.

That unseen prick in your heart that you carried long and never walked up the person who planted it that and told him that it hurts.

The cut you made in someone’s heart with an acidic word you never mended.

If all those were not there.

Life would have been a little easier, a little happier.

When we all get a little wiser, we stop procrastination.