In a perfect world, we'd all be caterpillars and then butterflies at the end of a long, soul-searching journey. Unfortunately, most of us don't know what is that journey. In fact, we're quite obvious to the concept of Time. We know of time: the alarm clock to work, the lunch date on Saturday, the evening drama on TV every Wednesday night, but do we really know Time?
Look at a photo of yourself ten years ago. Might as well look at a photo of your PARENTS ten years ago and then you'll see what this author is talking about. I'm not talking about time, I'm talking about Time. And when I talk about procrastination, I'm not talking about delaying a mid-term paper, the laundry, or paying off the mortgage (although that's something you should pay a bit more attention to), I'm talking about a life not lived purposefully.
In this brief aberration of existence, you've been given (give or take) 60-75 years to do something worth a legacy. In Shakespearian comedy, having a family is considered a legacy. and it's definitely the most sacred and common. In Hemmingway fiction, legacy is something already passed and too late to recognize, a bit cynical but true when we often lament the present and cry for the past, only to have the future creep up on us and then the cycle starts again.
Whatever it is that you consider you're legacy, don't wait too long for it. Patience means active waiting. And in the end, it's all about being persistent and consistent. That's why I recommend the Wake n' Bacon alarm clock (http://www.mathlete.com/portfolio/wakeNbacon.php). Nothing tells you to go live that life that cooked bacon in the morning.
