Sick of Being Sick... The Pledge

So I've been out of commission for a while, most recently do to illness... I apologize, and I will really try and post more often now.

Writing. To write. I trip over my left shoelace, my arms dangling loosely by my sides. It's the first time I've left my house in 5 treacherous days. I notice a spiraling jet stream of an airplane fading into the distance. Things haven't changed. I notice the distinct smell of cherry Italian ices. You know, not Marino's, not that commercial kind, but the one they scoop into those small, creased, and eventually soggy white paper cups at every local pizza place in Queens. The sounds of different birds are more noticeable to me than the sounds of the traffic. Maybe things have changed. 4 days can seem like an eternity, especially when you're doing nothing, and feel like you're deteriorating. I could have sworn I was going to walk out of my house today and President Obama's first term would be over. Thankfully it wasn't, thankfully I'm still only 22 years old, and thankfully it looks like I'm regaining my health (and soon enough the weight I lost). But time wasted, whether avoidable or not, is nothing less than frustrating, and I might be wasting too much of it. So right here, right now, is my pledge, to myself and to those reading, and I invite you to take part in it as well... for you, so read it with me:

I pledge... from this point on in my life, to step up my game, to take in what may seem simple, but is in actuality more mosaic than my first glance gives it credit for. I pledge to take to take every minute I am given and use it to my full advantage towards my success, my accomplishments, my relationships, and my dreams. I pledge, to strive towards my happiness, because I realize it's out there waiting for me to find it.