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Day 24: R for Right Now

When you're born in a world of instant gratification,
Trust me, the world is no vacation.
Everything in life, you are given right now,
But expecting speed makes you bad somehow!

Like when he was just three years old,
And learning alphabets was his only goal,
After three attempts, he told his master,
Honestly, asking Ok Google's much faster.

When he was older, they gave him a test,
Gave him just one marshmallow and said wait for the rest.
He pretended to wait for 5 minutes, with a yawn.
Then ordered a marshmallow packet from Amazon.

They put him in a one mile race for fun,
And told him he had to be second to none.
He said, I know everyone gets a gold medal somehow,
Why run, I'd rather just have my medal now.

One day his Dad sat him down,
And told him a meditation class had come to town.
He closed his eyes for a second and told his Dad,
I just finished meditating, quick Yoga is the latest fad.

Once, they went out for pizza and were halfway through,
When his mother decided to teach him something new.
She said, son, pizza's fun but for the health it's bad.
He replied, ok, now how do I skip your ad?

Finally, when they couldn't take it any more,
From now on, only delayed gratification for you, they swore.
He replied, I don't know what that is, but it sounds so cool,
Can we have it delivered today, so I can show it off in school?

Comments

  1. I am able to see the effects of this instant gratification every day in children. We need a corporate strategy based on human psychology to treat this problem. I use timers to force children take turns in class. This is a sad reality.

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