I was facing a grim reality that the conceived idea I was trying to make work would not come to fruition. My dillydallying was what keeping me from progressing. Something had to move and until some decisions that had been planned were acted upon, I would just be thinking wishfully. I no longer looked at my timepiece for fear it would further reinforce the presence of demoralization that was slowly creeping and trying to defeat my resolve. The imaginary ticktack sound of time was pushing me to the edge of panic. I was waiting for some right moment while time was slipping past that would soon put me in an untenable situation, and force me to do what was not planned that would end up disastrously. To overcome my weakness, I had to act boldly and throw all inhibitions, if not I would surrender
