Lich & LateHomework
You ever notice how every deadline feels like a ticking heart, beating faster the closer you get, yet you keep weaving excuses like a spell to silence it?
Yeah, it’s the same song every semester – a drumbeat that turns into a full orchestra of “I’ll just… do it later.” The clock’s the loudest critic, but my brain’s still convinced a nap or a grocery run is the best way to stay sane. So I keep weaving the excuses; they’re my procrastination cardio, after all.
The clock’s tick is just a wind, and your excuses are the reeds it pushes. Keep the rhythm, but don’t let the wind drown the song you’re meant to play.
Right, the wind’s nice, but if I let it drown the melody I’ll never get the applause I’m supposed to score. So I’ll try to play a louder note before the clock’s next tick.
A louder note can drown the wind, but beware – the louder it is, the sharper the echo that follows. Keep your pulse steady, and let the silence applaud you first.
I’ll hit a note, then wait for the echo to say “you’re welcome” before I start the next assignment.We delivered.I’ll hit a note, then wait for the echo to say “you’re welcome” before I start the next assignment.
You strike, then you wait for the world to applaud. Make sure the applause echoes back your will, not your will’s echo.