The imminent advent of the Lunar New Year one week later left me with no choice but to get down to tidying up my bookshelf and table, which had been left untouched for more than 1 year, thus heaps of dust could be seen on the surfaces that were exposed to the surroundings. Judging by the enormous number of items that had accumulated on my table, like hills and mountains, I reckoned any slightest movement of things could result in an avalanche. (This ugly scene is also one of the reason why I do not normally encourage visitors to my house) I suspect the daunting task of clearing the pigsty would need at least a few days of assiduous efforts...
It all boils down to procrastination - the master of all failures. Why did I keep putting off these cleaning jobs that I had long wanted to do weeks ago? I suppose many would feel as intrigued as I do. A lot of people would say it's laziness, a natural attribute of men. Yet, procrastination, however bad it seems, may have its usefulness. It can stretch minds to their limits, pushing them to think innovatively to complete tasks in the shortest possible time. It can drive people to think out of the box, to free themselves from their mental restrictions. If used appropriately, it is a motivation, not a burden. Maybe these are all nonsense made up to find excuses for myself. The only important issue is the successfulness of the end-product, something which is not clearly evident in the state of my table and bookshelf, even after several hours of packing today. Haha bleah.
scribbled at 4:43 PM