TITLE: My fight with procrastination
By james ealey
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“Silence! Your voice is insignificant”.
“I will not be silent. I have been commissioned to speak”.
“Ha! Commissioned. You must be joking. No one will hear you. You are foolish to think your words can make any difference. Find something else to do.”
“No. I have a purpose and you will not deter me.”
“You dare challenge me? Come then, and I will show you who is mightier.”
This is one of many battles with my greatest foe. This carnivore of ages has devoured countless dreams of aspiration. He’s a ruthless enemy and not easily defeated. He laughs at my calamity as I desperately try to break free from his grip. Many never escape and their bones lay decaying in sepulchers of defeat.
He stalks my motivation with precision and purpose, like a clan of lionesses searching the Serengeti for any sign of weakness or disease among the mighty water buffalo. He pounces, tearing into my flesh with talons of slothfulness. The smell of his breath is repulsive as his gaping jaws move toward my throat to suffocate me, silencing my voice forever. I fight. I resist. I kick with all my might. His weight is unbearable, but my passion to live keeps me upright. If I fall he will gorge upon my enthusiasm and my goals will become as chaff in the wind.
I feel myself weakening. Panting. Almost out of breath. "I will not die"! I will not fall victim as others before me. I must fight to the death! My heart races thinking of destiny and this beast attempting to overtake me. I was created to walk among the great, to graze the lands of success, drinking from the fountains of prosperity. All of this can end before it’s beginning if I give in to this monster.
He is only doing what he was designed to do but I will not be his prey this day. “Loose me”, I shout with expectation.
With a mighty buck I sling him off my back. He stares in awe, realizing he underestimated the source of my strength. Bearing his teeth he attempts to reestablish his dominance, but my spirit is revived and my heart beats with confidence. I lower my head presenting deadly horns of perseverance and invite him to try again. He snarls at my defiance, circles me, trying to find a better angle to attack. He will not accept defeat. The taste of my blood has teased his hunger.
He musters all his courage and makes one final leap, not knowing I have already anticipated his move. I drive my horns deep into his belly, he howls in horror, and I slam his broken body to the earth. His wounds are fatal, but mine will heal and toughen my hide. I return to the herd, taking my place with the overcomers. Looking back at the lifeless figure I see the vultures have already begun to gather around the carcass. I bless my Creator for this day’s victory.
This is neither the beginning nor the end of my struggles. As I endeavor to make my mark in this industry, I’ve chosen to walk in a plain filled with predators. I will not be eaten alive by any beast of the field. I am prepared to fight for my right to roam amongst the mighty.
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