No greater threat to our joy than Someday. No greater burden to who we’re meant to be, what we’re meant to do, see, become, enjoy, witness, understand, than procrastination. Someday is the dirty word scrawled into the stone we stand upon, the cigarette butt and the trash, the broken bottle and decay that plants itself between us and happiness.
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