Every day you wake up and you hear the same thing. It's telling you that you're behind, that there is some catching up to do. It's telling you that you can ignore it all you want, but that it's going to remind you tomorrow anyway. And the day after, and the one after, and so on.
It's telling you that, for you, there is no such thing as a life without regrets, because every time you ignore your calling you're only piling up more of them atop an already looming mountain of regrets. It is mountain you're unable to scale, though you visit its base camp every single day, and then leave, intimidated by its cloud covered summit.
You could have written a novel by now. Or at least a novella. You've wasted so much time. Why did you waste all of this time? You know you can't run away, you know that eventually you're going to have to climb it, and you know that, even then, when you're too busy working to pile up new regrets, you're going to regret not having started sooner.
It isn't for a lack of ideas either. Your ideas sprout and, like fractals, expand and form on top of other, newer, ideas. You try to push them away, but of course, at best you're only making room for new ones.
And so The Calling keeps on calling you. Every day.
And one day, you're going to begin to climb.
Is it today?