You bargain with time, as if it were your servant. As if tomorrow were written into your contract with the world. You speak of delay, with unfounded calm confidence, forgetting just howeasily breath leaves chest. What you call patience is merely fear, dressed in polite trappings. What you call wisdom, merely avoidance. The soul is not tarnished by great sins alone, but by many small postponements. Delay is not neutral my friend, it always sides with decay, degradation, erosion of one's immortal soul. Each subsequent delay.. dulls the mind and weakens the heart. The heart learns to embrace comfort over action... deeming obedience unreasonable, excuses justified and thus, the man decays.. quietly, gradually without alarm. You imagine there will be a cleaner hour to begin, a lighter burden, a clearer mind. This is the lie. The fallacy that flatters the lazy, consoles the proud. The work of conversion is never convenient. Oppurtunity knocks softly, and does not return once ignored. What is refused today, rarely, returns tomorrow. Much less with such fervor. The man who waits to become disciplined, has already chosen disorder. Therefore ACT whilst you are still able, repent when you are weak, and choose whilst you are still free from the shackles of complacency and sloth.
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A speech about procrastination from a short I watched
You bargain with time, as if it were your servant. As if tomorrow were written into your contract with the world. You speak of delay, with unfounded calm confidence, forgetting just howeasily breath leaves chest. What you call patience is merely fear, dressed in polite trappings. What you call wisdom, merely avoidance. The soul is not tarnished by great sins alone, but by many small postponements. Delay is not neutral my friend, it always sides with decay, degradation, erosion of one's immortal soul. Each subsequent delay.. dulls the mind and weakens the heart. The heart learns to embrace comfort over action... deeming obedience unreasonable, excuses justified and thus, the man decays.. quietly, gradually without alarm. You imagine there will be a cleaner hour to begin, a lighter burden, a clearer mind. This is the lie. The fallacy that flatters the lazy, consoles the proud. The work of conversion is never convenient. Oppurtunity knocks softly, and does not return once ignored. What is refused today, rarely, returns tomorrow. Much less with such fervor. The man who waits to become disciplined, has already chosen disorder. Therefore ACT whilst you are still able, repent when you are weak, and choose whilst you are still free from the shackles of complacency and sloth.