I spent a couple of hours delaying to write.
Hungry for words, the words found me.
I spent a couple of days beating around the bush.
Failing to deliver a hint, the hint found me.
I spent a couple of weeks trying to understand.
Waiting for answers, answers found me.
I spent a couple of months trying to get better.
Seeking recovery, recovery found me.
I spent a couple of years missing my old self.
Striving to get back my life, my life found me.
I spent a lifetime thinking of my purpose.
Searching for meaning, meaning found me.
I still spend much time delaying action.
Time that is not free.