This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘Lesson 116: The Science of Procrastination: What Your Brain is Trying to Tell You‘. You can find the full post here:
Procrastination wears a gentle face,
A pause, a scroll, a moment’s grace.
It whispers, “rest, there’s time to spare,”
Yet leaves behind a hollow stare.
It is not laziness, nor lack of will,
But tangled emotions we cannot still—
Fear of failing, the weight of “perfect,”
Or comfort’s call we cannot reject.
The present self seeks ease, escape, While the future self must hold the strain, Of work undone, of chances missed,
A burden carried in clenched fists.
The loop is cruel, relief is brief,
Avoidance promises false relief.
We trade tomorrow for today,
And guilt and stress collect their pay.
But progress blooms in steps so small,
In drafts, in starts, in giving our all.
Break the task, and take the part,
Begin before you feel the spark.
For action births the flame we seek,
Momentum grows though we feel weak.
Each choice, each moment, each breath begun
Is how the victory is slowly won.
So when delay extends its hand,
And comfort tempts you where you stand,
Ask not, “What haven’t I done so far?”
But, “What small step moves me toward my dream?”
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