Forget About Your Deadlines

Screw it.

This piece that I spent countless hours composing; you’re never gonna read it. Don’t worry about what it was on, ‘cause I don’t want to think about it.

Yes, it was that awful of an experience.

It’s all because I told myself, “Okay, I’m gonna write a rant, and it’s gonna be finished and posted by tomorrow.” I quickly thought of a topic, and got right to work. The beginning was kinda enjoyable, but little did I know what I was getting myself into.

A couple sentences into the introduction, I began questioning myself on every little detail. Is this title sufficient? Which word fits better, ‘ridiculous’ or ‘ludicrous’? Is that idea even relevant? Soon, the indecisions began to pile up and the unpleasant clutter stuck to my mind. Convinced that I was just having a writer’s block, I left the kitchen, (That’s where I write. Don’t judge me…) hoping to get distracted by other activities. Yet, between mowing the lawn and lacrosse, all I could think of was how I needed to complete a fluent composition.

Anxious, I hurried back into the kitchen to correct the mistakes before I forgot about them. Unfortunately, it did me no good. Every change irritated me with more uncertainty, and the entire article was becoming incoherent. Gradually, I began to wonder if I could even relate to my rant.

“C’mon, Jacky! Get it done already!” I ignored my doubts and furiously went about backspacing and rewriting various paragraphs. Even after taking more breaks, this monotonous process continued.

By the time I was editing the document for the fifteenth time, I finally realized it; my only true complaint was that stupid deadline. Time shouldn't be necessary when I want to do something I like. Having a deadline ruined the joy I had for writing, and made it eerily similar to mandatory school meetings. Therefore, for now, I’ll forget about this rant, and not worry about when or if I’ll ever bring it up again.

So, next time you’re frantically struggling to finish a painting or an entire pizza pie, remember; it’s easier to find beauty in artwork created with passion and, well, cold pizza does taste better.