Thatís the title of an article written by
SeŮor Mariano Josť de Larra. He
wrote it in 1833, we read it in Spanish class a week ago,
and I canít think of a more relevant time to bring it up
The story revolves around a poor Monsieur
who travels to Spain hoping to take care of some business.
He plans out his week-long trip but instead stays there for
half a year. What causes the delay? All the places he went
told him to vuelva usted maŮana,
or come back tomorrow, over and over again until the days
turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. On top of
that, his name and files got mixed up and nothing was taken
Poor guy. He was the innocent lamb of one
of our deadliest crimes: Laziness.
Albeit some more than others, everyone is
guilty. Lethargy in the corporal form, Indifference in the
mental, Laziness destroys.
As we sit emaciated by inaction, the
world that would have been flies by, and we may be even too
lazy to contemplate its loss.
Take school for example. Students putting
off homework until the last minute, motivation by
procrastination their motto. But the term itself is
counterintuitive. Procrastination indicates a lack of
motivation, and who is motivated without motivation?
The majority of the student body it
seems. So many people put off doable work until everything
piles up in one big immobile heap. Then, they either give up
or stab at it randomly, both of which achieves nothing.
People go in with prestigious goals for
the future, but Laziness chips it all away year by year, day
by day, choice by choice. The dream is then faded,
Same goes for the rest of the world.
Advancements donít just happen, relationships donít mend
themselves, and pounds donít just shed. Everything needs
discipline and action. Without them? A volatile imbalance.
The early bird doesnít necessarily get
The fastest one does.
And the one that just stays in the nest?
Well, he starves.