I ignored the first two too familiar knocks, but the third was a bang. I reached for my revolver, confirmed that the bullet I was about to cock was no rubber, then slid the cocked gun under my pajama and belted up. I tip toed to the door, peeped through the keyhole and…there she stood!
My hand was reaching for the door knob when suddenly it hit me. I had eliminated six as precious as she. I fought the thought but…I lost the battle. I turned, leaned my back against the door and slid down in a curve, my head meeting my knees, my revolver protruding as if reminding me of the six fatal bullets I had fired…my mind was chock-a-block with the scaring memories…
The first time I pulled the trigger was when I lived in the someday isle. Here, there was no inventiveness, no initiative, and no aggression…the passive Island, where everything could be done later. After all, twelve of her kind were coming my way…one at a time. PROCRASTINATION (that killer of opportunity) was the bullet that stole the vibrancy Jan came baring…she died having not accomplished her mission.
The same fate befell my second victim. But this time, I had to use a silencer (i.e. guarded lies), a type of killer bullets called EXCUSES (those builders of the house of failure). As I pulled the trigger, I told her why I couldn’t chance on the great opportunities she brought me. I forget that ‘no one ever excused himself to success’ (Dave Del Dotto) She fell into a heap…Gone! The excuses now accuse me.
My third casualty should be blamed. She showed up at the wrong time. I had retreated to my inner room where the fate of my first two fatalities consumed me with GUILT. The guilty bullet took her down before I could say… ‘March’
So, I developed a –veATTITUDE. Coloring everything in dull colors. A victim mentality. That life is about fate, I was only a product of circumstances. When the fourth one showed up, I didn’t even notice her until she was biding me goodbye. I repelled her by my -ATT… I missed the wisdom I would have gained had I taken her time and used it to build a positive way of looking at things
I had become dangerous. I acquired a new weapon-A machine gun, one that would cause paralysis. I knew she was coming. So I waited and in the midnight hour, she showed up. I opened fire and sprayed her with several bullets before I could say ‘May…I?’ The autopsy conducted later showed she had succumbed to FEAR (false evidence appearing real) related conditions citing worry, doubt and anxiety as the biggest culprits…These greatest barriers to success took her.
My hands smelled of gun powder and my gun barrel was still hot when my sixth victim, oblivious of what had become of her predecessors, turned her innocent self in. Well, I liked her name, June. I hid my arsenal and decided I was going to be better and savoir the goodies she brought to develop myself, become a better me by using her time to reflect, self search, read, refocus, and pursue my purpose yet gain. And that chance she granted. One chilly morning, INDISCIPLINE sought my attention. I became unfaithful to June, and before I could put my act together…She Left!
…there was a loud knock at the door. I don’t know why they always have to be in by midnight after thirty or thirty one days except the third, who shows up early because Feb doesn’t last that long. According to the clock on the wall, I had four seconds to let July in or she forces her way. I reached for my revolver and send it sliding on the floor into the study room and straight under my study table. My daughter’s water gun lay under the table too. The two guns bumped into each other, there was a deafening blast and breaking glass as the gun fire brightly lit the study room…
When I woke up, July was in with a ‘stay warrant’ of thirty one days. Twenty four hours a day she would offer me to explore growth opportunities in any aspect of my life…
I hope we all can be better to this month!
