[0:00]weren't you going to that new gym oh I was. What happened? I mean it's late I'm kind of tired. I I'm just gonna start tomorrow. You bargain with time as if it were your servant. What happened to the lights? As if tomorrow were written into your contract with the world. Where did you get the robe? You speak of delay with unfounded calm confidence, forgetting just how easily breath leaves chest. Why are you talking all Shakespearean, bro? What you call patience is merely fear dressed in polite trappings. What you call wisdom merely avoidance. The soul is not tarnished by great sins alone, but by many small postponements. Delay is not neutral, my friend. It always sides with decay, degradation, erosion of one's immortal soul. Eroding my soul? Each subsequent delay dulls the mind and weakens the heart. Bro, I don't think it's that deep. The heart learns to embrace comfort over action, deeming obedience unreasonable. Excuses justified, and thus the man decays.
[1:19]Quietly, gradually without alarm. You imagine there will be a cleaner hour to begin, a lighter burden, a clearer mind. This is the lie, the fallacy that flatters the lazy and consoles the proud. The work of conversion is never convenient. Opportunity knocks softly and does not return once ignored. What is refused today rarely makes a reappearance tomorrow. Much less with such fervor. The man who waits to become disciplined has already chosen disorder. Therefore, act whilst you are still able, repent when you are weak and choose while you are still free from the shackles of complacency and sloth. Bro, I don't know half of what you just said, but I am hyped. You are right. I'm going to the gym right now. Bro, didn't you say you were gonna take the trash out? Uh, I'll do it tomorrow.
[2:32]What?
