Most of us are so good at and used to procrastinating, we could be Michaelangelos and Picassos in our own right. Yes, maters indeed we are if procrastination were an art.



Fed up, as we are, of the saying, "Do not wait for tomorrow, if you can do it today", we still love to put things off until tomorrow. We never run out of excuses to procrastinate. For one, some of us claim to work best under pressure. And what better way is there to be pressured than to be under time constraint? Some others reason that they need more time for planning and organizing their thoughts before doing the actual task and so it has to wait until the last minute. There are also those who do not feel compelled enough to beat the deadline because the teacher concerned seems too lenient to impose punctuality.


Besides those excuses, there are also some good things about procrastinating. OH yeah, for one, you get to go to places you otherwise might have missed! LOL. Also, it gives you the chance to do things which you take for granted, but are actually important. Like instead of doing your work (which is given time before nut you do an impromptu because you have not gathered your scattered thoughts yet), you decide to do a marathon of Heroes or House before the hype dies. Instead of doing your given work, you choose to spend some quality time with your family just lounging in the living room, updating yourself on the latest plague that struck the tragedy-stricken life of your koreanovela idol.


There are also times when to procrastinate is just like ice cream you can't resist on a summer day. It's one of those escapades that you've got to have once in a while. Like, for me, instead of doing write-ups, you find yourself writing a blog of how tiresome writing it, just like this. LOL. Or instead of calculating your time, you find yourself calculating how much time you need to spend playing on-line game before you can consider yourself an expert.


Can we really blame ourselves if dillydallying were really irressistable? It seems to already be a part of our system. We are made of 70% water. And water meanders when it flows through a path of rocks. Perhaps, that's why.



After quite a handful of justifications for meandering, dillydallying, procrastinating, postponing, or whatever you might call it, we can conclude one thing. Perhaps, it is nature's way of telling us that we ought to smell the flowers once in a while. We need not get too task-oriented that we forget to enjoy. There is more to pursuing happiness than beating your self with stress and competing to get a favor when you know that ass-kissing is in between in 7 deadly sins. hehehe!!!