Procrastination
At its worst, procrastination is a form of slow suicide, a kind of stand-off with life. Why act, when we know the end of all endeavour? Days, weeks, months creak past, but still no attempt to advance the work is made. Procrastination is surely worse than writer’s block, less involuntary: you see what you need to do, you know you can do it, and yet … and yet. It is a very pure instance of Poe’s human perversity. Or perhaps of Bunyan’s despair: I see my error yet what grieves me most is that I cannot muster the effort towards deliverance. The true procrastinator is dicing with death: time waits for no man but will wait for me.
Henry Shuckman, Loitering with intent
[x]#1033 fan dinsdag 25 januari 2005 @ 00:00:07
pom op 25 januari 2005 @ 13:32:57
Procrastination is my middle name.
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