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Tick tock...tick tock.....



We have  31,536,000 seconds in a year, now minus 1,209,600 seconds (that’s a whole  2 weeks)  ,if you  a math geek  am probably sure this is worth your while   since you may be  trying to make sure I get my calculations right.Anyway,not wasting any more of your time,I will go straight to the song that I listened to this week after it hit the music world 3 years ago,and I could hum the chorus word by word once the song was over  “GOTTA LIVE LIKE WE’RE DYING”(am not joking!!)
It got me feeling  soooo..... guilty and I couldn’t help but write this post.( it has been 2 weeks since my last post.). Been feeling a little bit uninspired lately,but since I have to tell the truth,it’s been more of a lazy spell (now you know why am feeling guilty).So when I heard this song,it got me thinking of those days when my mom would always say “never put what you could do today for another day” and when it’s said in my mother-tongue with my mom’s voice,the effect on me has always been to get off my b*** and do what I gotta do!!
 So before I wrote this post ,I tried talking to myself (I haven’t gone cuckoo,its just something I like doing). I told myself that  if I could just start typing anything that came to my mind no matter how stupid it sounded  at least I would have done something.And those tiny voices in my head that told me to put things off ,I finally came up with  2 magic words  “SHUT UP”  to vanquish procrastination’s  lazy spell



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