You wake up. You peel yourself from bed. You pee. You make coffee. You think about the day ahead. You wonder how you will face the challenges in front of you. You eat breakfast. You check email, Facebook, glance at the news.
You get in the shower. You let the warm water soothe you. You are aware of the concerns and responsibilities that await you on the other side of the shower-curtain. The relaxing shower makes them seem manageable. You get the thought that today will be your day. You will do something different today. You will work out today. You will eat only raw vegetables. You will ask your boss for a raise. You will ask that cute girl out. You will flirt with that cute boy. You will tell your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife how much he/she means to you. You will break up with your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife. You will read for an hour instead of watching TV tonight. You will handwrite your grandma a card. You will go dancing. You will work on that novel. You will do things differently. You will do all the things you know you are meant to do because life is precious and short. Carpe-fucking-diem.
You get out of the shower. You get dressed. You leave the house. You get on the subway or into your car. You pull out a magazine or your ipod or turn on the radio. The enthusiasm you felt in the shower begins to be displaced by the thoughts that hit you when you woke up. You get to work. You check email again, start work, deal with whatever needs to be dealt with. You become too absorbed in your work to ask boss for that raise. You’ll do it tomorrow. You go to lunch. Raw veggies don’t sound filling enough so you get a Turkey sandwich and a cookie. You see that girl or guy, but are too preoccupied by work and other concerns to talk to him/her. You want to shoot your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife a loving note, but think it’ll seem weird. You return to work a bit sleepy. The day drags. You don’t feel productive. You wonder what you’re doing with your life. You get off work. You’re too tired to work out or go dancing. You’re not feeling inspired so the novel will have to wait. After looking at a computer monitor all day, reading seems like a chore, so you order Thai takeout and turn on the TV. You watch TV until 11 or so. You go to bed, a bit disheartened but confident tomorrow will be different. You do this for forty or so more years and die.
Give up hope of things ever getting better materially or spiritually. They won’t. Give up hope that there’s a good time to act. There isn’t. We can do something right this moment, and I don’t mean buying or eating something (for some reason, these 2 things represent a lot of people’s ideas of seizing a moment). We can express our love, write a letter, go to the gym, meditate—whatever your truth dictates. What matters is that it’s done now.
Stop reading and do something you’ve been waiting for a good time to do. Do it now.