Get get going.

Who loves talking about time more than me? In my eyes, I’ll tell you how this year’s gone: January — wedding in April — nearly September. Would anyone else disagree? This 12 months malarkey is a myth.

The World Cup finished nearly 14 months ago, Villa booked their place in the pillar of football back in May, and Love Island has churned out another 50 Z-list ‘celebrities’ that are going to promote toothpaste and coffee beans for the rest of their lives. Yes I’m a hypocrite because I get sucked into all the ‘re-coupling’ madness, but you’ll never see me making a purchase of anything other than Colgate’s finest.

The week’s fly, the weekends come and go, and I still have no hair. But one thing that I’ve learnt and know very well, is that talk is cheap.

Me, amongst millions of other hard working people, have every intention of getting home from work and being as proactive as possible. Whether that’s going to the gym, setting about your domesticated chores, cooking, cleaning, or even staying awake as you question whether 7.20pm is an acceptable time to go to bed as an adult.

But procrastination sets in, and I always think everything can be done tomorrow. Well ladies and gents, this might come as shock to some, but tomorrow never comes.

Procrastination doesn’t help me with my problem, or anyone’s problem for that matter. It’s only here to hinder and prolong the activity that has been planned for ‘tomorrow’. It adds to one of my biggest fears of looking back in ten or twenty years and feeling I should have achieved or done more.

I’m a lazy man by nature; you only have to exchange a couple minutes of conversation with the wife to establish that. I have every ambition to accomplish a lot more in my spare time, as do many of us, and even writing this has taken me days, if not weeks to set aside a night to put some words together.

But why is that the case? Unless you know otherwise, Bill Gates has 24 hours in the day, the same amount of time as us. As does Jay-Z, Jeff Bezos, and every other billionaire out there. They didn’t just wake up one day and have ten figures sitting in their bank accounts. All these aspirational people who live the high life set themselves apart by working when everyone is sleeping. Starting off with an idea and running with it. Or just staying persistent and determined when they keep getting told what they’re aiming for is unreachable, or not good enough.

I love to write. That’s my thing. I don’t do it nowhere near as much as I should, due to the above points earlier discussed (and something I’m striving to change), and I’m sure this is much to the joy or dismay of some. I might not be able to verbally string a sentence together, but I can write one just fine. My aim is to make something of this writing malarkey, and that’s what I’m setting myself off to do. Many of you might enjoy it; many of you might not want to be reading another person’s cynical and unorthodox outlook on the world we’re all living in.

But if I can turn this writing into a decent, consistent, amusing hobbie, where it could benefit both reader and writer, well that wouldn’t be so bad would it?

I’m calling all people. If you’ve read this and feel like you’ve just been described all the way through, holla at your boy and let’s get cracking. Whatever the capacity may be, I’m sure we can catch Billy Gates up at some stage.

Time waits for no one. So what are we waiting for man?!