Ticking Away

Ticking Away

Fear is a dark, bat infested cave; many attempt to take detours so as to avoid this ominous yet ever-persistent place. Some refrain from flying high in the blue sky, venturing beyond the clouds due to their acrophobia; others dare not to be left alone in a box shielded by brick and mortar, pondering upon why they don’t have friends (autophobia); and few people’s hydrophobia prohibits them to even drink a fresh sip of nature’s ancient yet evergreen gift, water. As for me, I hold a grudge against time himself, each tick-tock of the rusty, black-clad clock demarcating the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years wasted like a crumpled piece of paper. 

The source, the fuel for my chronophobia is an enemy I know all too well: procrastination. While the urge to “do something later” has always been ingrained in my blood, this thought has started to become a pesticide in my brain while I’m being forced to conceal myself in an airtight container surrounded with blank, white walls. With artificial screens loaded with engaging TV shows or riveting video games, the urge to push a task to tomorrow has never been stronger, especially for people like me. 

Procrastination still is and has always been a never-ending conflict between the fun-loving monkey and the rigorous drill sergeant in my brain. As soon as I log off of my last class for school, the brown, hairy beast leaps onto my keyboard and beggs, “please, please play Among Us with your friends. Your school is over, and it’s time to sit down and enjoy the show.” At this very moment, though, the muscular, rigorous drill sergeant enters the room and pragmatically states, “Are you out of your mind! You have miles worth of unfinished homework, and you haven’t yet revolutionized the world,” pointing to the endless pile of school assignments on my desk and my board of over-ambitious goals that may as well remain dreams if I didn’t get to work. Moreover, the down-to-earth, brutal military officer adds, “Why do you need so much time to do a simple assignment? Even an injured tortoise could beat you in a race.” With my happiness shattered like a piece of glass by the drill sergeant, I favored the gratifying monkey and watched Netflix TV shows or YouTube videos for a few hours to “rebuild emotional stability”. After eating a scrumptious dinner, just as I start to lay down on my yellow-themed bed sheets and close my eyes, aware that I accomplished nothing for an entire twelve hours and regretting that I gift-wrapped my entire day to the unevolved animal, a red siren blared in my brain. I had to turn in a project for Spanish at midnight, and I hadn’t even started on it. For a while, the compass that guided my system of procrastination was in complete mayhem, but eventually, I handed the steering wheel to the drill sergeant and reluctantly, complied with his orders. 

The above scene illustrates my day-to-day schedule. Even though my chaotic plan still allows me to complete my assignments, it throws away many hours, days, or even weeks of time to the garbage disposal. While schoolwork and projects may have deadlines, life goals and ambitions do not. How much longer shall we sit, procrastinating, failing to rise to our aspirations? How much longer shall we let a simple-minded monkey rob the purpose of our lives?

Time never stops; the clock will always be passively ticking away. Even though chronos may be an invisible creature, endlessly chanting the words “tick-tock” through his antique yet all-pervasive masterpieces, he is not the villain, for time gives us a value for life. Let us all value each year, week, day, hour, minute, and second like the shiny, golden ingots they are. In the end, we are the architects of our own fates, and we wield the compasses to aid us in the ultimate journey of life. 

Now, how do we fight the enemy of our ticking clock? We could endlessly draft mile-long calendars, categorizing each and every specific task that we should accomplish or void ourselves from the intoxicating, pixelated screens that appear like pieces of luscious, yellow bananas to the brown-haired monkey, but this method can only take you to the entrance of the vast yet desolate wilderness of work. Ultimately, the only true enemy of procrastination and, dare I say, time himself, is unequivocal passion, passion so intense that it blossoms into reality, pleasing the fun-loving monkey, the work-oriented drill sergeant, your parents, your family, your teachers, and maybe even society as a whole, but most importantly, the depths of your soul. So, if you haven’t found that object, idea, study, or person that makes you open your eyes even in the darkness of the night, start venturing into that wilderness of work and explore the capillaries of each green leaf and cast that round, colorful rainbow onto yourself.

Ravi Tej Guntuku

Ravi Tej Guntuku

Hello! My name is Ravi Tej Guntuku, and I am a student at Lake Travis High School. This blog showcases some of my views and interests in the fields of Math, Philosophy, Technology, Creative Writing, and more. By reading these articles, I hope that you can learn a bit more about me and the world around us! That's all for now!

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