WHY ARE WE SO LAZY?

Why are we so lazy? Why aren't we blessed with an artist's will to create or an athlete's will to win? Where is that discipline and determination that would allow us to hold our heads above the rest, not for egotistical reasons but for our accomplishments?

We would rather sit in front of a television and watch a football game. We would rather meet the guys at a bar and drink. We would rather sit in the backyard and smoke a joint while the birds hopped from limb to limb. We would rather fuck a hairbrained chick and take a nap afterwards. We would rather relax on the couch and listen to Chopin. We would rather be doing a thousands other things than be productive. We're even too lazy to pick up the guitar and strum a few tunes.

As I have mentioned previously, I only have two responsibilities to meet each day--write and exercise. I am under no pressure to do anything else although I would like to play the guitar and go for long walks during which I would like to search for my Zen mind. And, of course, there's reading.

I am writing today, but it's filler. I have a huge literary undertaking complete with a rough draft, but I can't get motivated. I excuse my lassitude by convincing myself that I just finished the draft. Like a bottle of wine, it needs to breathe. We can only substantiate our laziness with good excuses. I'm filling my blog and Facebook with bullshit today, so I don't feel too guilty.

As to the exercising, I have a better excuse. I have been plagued by the respiratory illness that seems to be the rage these days. COVID and the flu are taking a backseat to this newest malady. Nevertheless, I have been coughing non-stop for four weeks. The last few days I have felt better and my strength is returning. As soon as I finish this article, I'm going to do my Yankee Yoga, a combination of push-ups, sit-ups and stretches. It's an hour work-out. I'll put an interesting documentary on the internet to ease the exertion. I hope with this resumption of exercising I'll return to my routine.

I'm still attracted to women at 72. I haven't lost my mojo. I occasionally receive a compliment, which inspires me to stay in the ring and not throw in the towel. And Viagra and I have become compadres. But if I'm not keeping my mind and body in as good as condition as I can achieve with my advancing  years, I will never savor the sweet juice of my half-orange.

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