Old.

 For far too long, i have let myself grow old. Let myself get comfortable in the undisciplined monotony of laziness. Convinced myself to believe "This is it. This is all you can do now. You are no longer the young, disciplined version you used to be. You have lost your health, your strength. Your body isn't gonna listen to you anymore. Its not working to your commands. You're done calling the shots. Your weakness has got the better of you. Life has laid the terms of reality."

In the name of cutting myself some slack, a temporary cheat day, consoling myself with the comfortable lie that its all good, you need to relax more, its ok to take the day off and start tomorrow, I let myself slide far down the hill I had so meticulously climbed.

Soon, tomorrow never showed. I stopped looking into myself for the inner push, for the self motivation that used to drive these nonsense out n shut the gates on them. "Settling down", I called it.

Price of not tending to those hard earned gains- this diffident, abashed existence posing to be my eternal destiny.

Its missing now. What once used to reflect in every stride, word n gesture I made, now resides somewhere far beyond that mocking horizon. Yes, its mocking me with a twisted grin. Quite confidently too. Coz it knows that This pathetic version of me no longer has it in to strive n cut that gap. He's not gonna get off that lazy ass n start chasing it.

News for you buddy.

I'm coming. To knock that grin off your face.

Run.