A moment.
There is a moment in the morning.
When the alarm goes off.
It’s black, outside, but inside too.
There are no distractions.
Just stillness.
The brain begins to register.
To take in its surroundings.
That’s when the moment arrives.
It is a question.
“Why?” It asks. “Why do you do this?”
In the blackness, there is no reasonable answer.
So it is delayed.
There is no thought at this time.
Or the presence of a rational perspective.
The moment is denied.
Through action. And doing.
The job necessitates this.
Even though there are easier ways.
It is what has been chosen.
Preparation occurs; conscious or not.
Regardless, it occurs all the same.
Action begets action.
But the moment is relentless.
It continues to linger.
Still, it is not entertained.
The second it is, doubt arises.
It threatens dissent.
So it is denied again.
After some time, the questioning ceases.
It fades into the background.
Once enough action has been taken.
Commitment becomes evident.
There is no alternative now.
The moment is replaced with a statement.
“I am here. I am ready”.
Is this discipline?
Irrationality?
Denial?
Or deceit?
It doesn’t matter.
Because it works.
The end justifies the means.
This is only one victory however.
For tomorrow is a new day.
And the moment will arrive again.
And again.
And again.
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