Why?

Why is it we tend to hoard old, paid bills and receipts, all sorts of paperwork
Saying we will file it away one day but then never find the time?
The same for items we have accumulated over time that we probably will never use again
We tuck those once-believed treasures down into boxes
Saying we will go through them on a rainy day
Sort and sift....maybe have a garage sale
Or get a filing system and really organize our crap
Yet everything lies idle in those boxes
And on our tables
And around our work space
Crowding us
Trying to suffocate us
Like weighted monkeys on our backs they nag and nag
Screeching for our attention
Yet we do everything in our power to push it all aside and ignore it.
Saving it for tomorrow.
But tomorrows never come
Unless they are forced upon us by circumstances beyond our choosing
Only then are fires lit under our asses to make us move
Only then does it seem we accomplish much in a short period of time

What are we afraid of?
Finally having the free time we were always screaming we never seemed to have?
Realizing perhaps we don't have as much to do with our time as we once believed we would?
What lies behind your closed doors?
Not only in your house
But within your mind
And your soul?
Don't you sometimes wish you had a giant sweeper you could plug yourself into
That with the flip of a switch
Could suck out all the dust and cobwebs from all those nooks and crannies?
All the junk you have fast-fed your brain over time
Performing elite liposuctioning of your brain?

The days start moving so fast they make you dizzy
The months spin past your eyes with each glance
You realized halfway through
It would have been so much easier to have kept up with the pace all along
Instead of trying to play catch up many years later
The perpetual piles continue to build
And you start to wonder if you will ever gain control again
Or if the piles will become giant soul-seeking blobs
Consuming all your time
All your energy
All your drive
Your focus
You

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