Looks like MJ is hanging out here alone, today…
Here is the final entry in the Seven Deadly Sins Series:
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By MJ Monaghan
Jason sped down the busy street as he ran his normal 10-mile route through the small beach town. The salt air refreshed and invigorated him. Back in the apartment his roommate Paul was debating what to do. His head churned with lists full of things to do, and unfinished projects waiting for completion.
Paul continued to be amazed by Jason’s perseverance. He had way more on his plate than Paul, but he still managed to get almost everything done on a daily basis. And Jason didn’t just “do things.” He did them all successfully. He ran 10 marathons in a year, each time bettering the last. College was completed in three and a half years. The 1968 Mustang “project car” his dad gave him – he restored it in a summer.
This of course drove Paul totally crazy, wondering why he couldn’t get anything accomplished.
Paul stayed up past 2 am every night, and slept through the entire morning.
His day started slowly between 12:30 and 1 in the afternoon. Paul would flip on the television and just “catch a quick half hour of news.” That was followed by watching an hour of Law and Order. Before he knew it, it was 4 pm.
Paul continued to beat himself up. He pondered:
How many stones could the Egyptians have moved in the time I’ve wasted? How far would Hannibal have marched?
What if Leonardo Da Vinci or Michelangelo cruised through life without any dedication to making the most of their time? What would we have? Utter rubbish.
Momentum, inertia – two words Paul kept hearing in his stuck mind. He needed a push, an event that could get him out of this funk. But days turned into weeks, and then months. Paul built up piles of wasted time.
It was an act of desperation.
Jason didn’t know what hit him. Didn’t know that his words …
As Jason finished up his afternoon run, he entered the apartment, and explained to Paul how great he felt, and what he would be doing that afternoon.
Muscles twitched as Paul picked up the frame holding Jason’s college diploma. Blood erupted from Jason’s head as he fell to the ground.
No pulse. Jason was dead.
In a way, Paul was finally happy. He would have 25 years-to-life to think about what he would do each day, and not have to worry about whether he got it done, or not.
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Whew…This was a bloody round, for the most part.
My stalwart judges will get back to you with the list of finalists. Stay tuned.