Procrastination

" Megan, come on out lest you want to miss your exam. "

" Yes Mom, coming! "

Megan frowned her way out of the house, retrospecting as to why did she even express the desire to become an engineer.

Her brother, an established and highly paid engineer, called this morning to wish her the best of luck.

Now she wishes to turn back time and tell him, that she overrated her potential, she's sorry for how she would let him and her parents down with her result.

Anyways, now is not the time to give in to her fears.

Now is the time to act smartly and make the most of the time she, apparently, squandered away in preparation.

The car came to a hault, and when Megan, lost in thought a second ago, looked up, saw the test centre.

Her body shivered to the core and she went cold.

" Mom, I don't think I can do this. I'm not prepared."

Megan's mom took her hand and said," Give it your best shot, dear. Leave the rest to God. He wouldn't let your efforts fade into nothing."

Given how jittery Megan already was, seeing her mother's faith in her efforts made her want to scream out that she didn't give her hundred percent, instead she procrastinated half the time and she was sorry!

" Now go on, just fifteen minutes to go. Find your seat and calm your head. Do well!"

Megan stepped out of the car, took the admit card in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

Her body was a demontration of different colours and temperatures. Her hands were pale from the cold, almost passive.

While her nose and ears were rosy red from the fear of failure, which was sure to come.

Why did I waste all that precious time! I'm sorry..

Like a wilted flower, she stood for a minute in the hope of a miracle or the hope to be crushed by a passerby.

Such is the power of procrastination, the power to crush ambitions, the power to lessen destinies.
Never let it get to you.