Glorious Death

In a life insignificant as it may seem, the momentous glory of death is what stands out shining bright at the end of the dark, dingy, dank tunnel I call life. Strange that these words spew from my conscious at a time when my mind and body seem to be accomplishing far more than I have all along. And yet again.

Zen and the Art of Procrastination

This article epitomises the Art of Procrastination as we know it. I grew up.. waitaminit! that was one of the first things I procrastinated. I’m yet to do so and I doubt such an event will ever come to pass. Our society identifies growth in human context as accumulation of wealth, property, mate(s), offspring and grey hair. I of course refuse to concur and continue with my spartan existence in the face of such opulence.

As few of you may have noticed, I deviated from the decided subject which would be labelled in the annals of history as another excellent attempt at procrastination. This article came about as an attempt to stop procrastinating and get a grip on my life as I live it today. My abode is in shambles, my mate(s) missing, my friend(s) far away, my appearance unkempt, my accounts empty, my bills unpaid, my debtors unplacated and my dreams unfulfilled. Where does that leave me? Why rock-bottom of course! I’m here at the doorstep of my destiny and I sit here waiting for tomorrow to step through in to paradise. This my dear readers is my predicament pristine. Pristine i say as it is untouched by the cleansing fires of action till today. Tomorrow of course is another story for tomorrow comes.. I will be a famous painter commanding astronomical figures for mere signatures, lolling around in my harem full of heavenly bodies of varied ethnicity, mind sharp as an eagle’s eye and body tuned taut to respond unconsciously to the Tao. The world would clamor and claw to grab a glimpse of this hero in these desperate times. Such fortune will be borne at my footstep – tomorrow.

So if you have been folowing this piece of literature till the last syllable, I implore you to stop using this magnificent excuse to kill time and instead go live your dreams and kill your devious mind with a swift slash and furious thrust! If however you have already chosen to skip right through the article to this line, hallowed be thy name for thou art a true practitioner of the Art of Procrastination.