Procrastination Kills

    I have discovered, since I developed an interest in writing, that I am blessed with an amazing ability to recall intricate details of events from my younger days – even from childhood as early as when we were mere toddlers. I have often astonished close friends and family with incidents described in minute detail, of which they either had vague or no remembrance of at all.

    I felt then that with so many lovely memories to fall back on, I was in a  unique position of being loaded with ample writing material to craft several great stories and anecdotes from. 

    But vacillation has often been the bane of many a talent. Though I would jot down points under different headings to build my tales on, it seems I let it linger a tad too much.

    Age caught up with me. The intricate details of all those incidents don’t seem so abundant and vividly clear anymore. And it appears to be obvious that I had more of the memories earlier, than I am now able to recall after all these years, to write down and make something good of it. My memory, like anyone else’s, has definitely suffered some loss. I can no longer envision those things I was earlier able to remember surprisingly well.

    Alas! How sad. I will now be required to spend time digging deeper and spending more time on retrieving all those incidents and their fine details. I should have written those incidents in great detail as and when I remembered them. The habit of vacillation and procrastination, the putting off of the elaborate, detailed writing for a ‘better moment’ “when I could blend them into more interesting tales”, lost me the opportunity.

    It’s beginning to look like a losing battle, getting back all those intricate details that would have so well spiced my memories into tales that would have hundreds find interesting and hilarious. Now I don’t know if I could even pen down enough of the stories, such is the blandness my shrinking brain is fast racing towards.

    Maybe sitting and concentrating hard on those incidents, for hours at a time, will rekindle some of the lost sparks. But no one has the luxury of unlimited time. Certainly not me. For all I know, when I sit for the first time for my first ‘Memory Coaxing Session’, I should begin by penning the lines, “Here is a man, once so full of stories, but who kept it inside himself so long, they lost their juices and became hard, useless poo. If I’m found dead here with just these lines and a few obscure words scribbled across the next few pages, know all the world, my could-have-been readers – that I died ‘on the spot’ in a meditative state so deep, that my blood circulation slowed down to a halt.

    And if any fool asks, “Why didn’t he just write his tales spiced with manufactured trivia?” I would say, listen, Smarty-pants. That is a separate, new-to-me craft. One needs to learn and practice it hard and long before being able to make any good of it.

    I may not have the time. NO TIME! Get it?”

    Vacillation and procrastination are killers of achievement. Shun them like you would the plague.

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