Procrastination isn’t so bad,
not especially in this world,
where you’re being dragged down rabbit holes of consumerism,
against your own will.
My indecisiveness and over analysis of the minutest details,
suddenly becomes genius.
The lack of impulse to dive into impulses is my greatest impulse.
Now, I’m not a spineless coward,
but a patient sage,
suddenly I’m not an emotional wreck,
nor do I throw tantrums with the best of them,
when I don’t get what I want,
but I’m a composed giant,
with far greater emotional intelligence,
than most of society.
How long will you let society,
quacks in academia,
and media lure you away from goodness,
from simplicity and minimalism,
from letting spiritual intelligence,
reign supreme over being an emotional simpleton?
My procrastination isn’t a problem,
it’s revolutionary,
a simmering of my soul,
bringing it to just the right temperament,
to resist authority.
W.E.
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