TO COMMIT NOT IS, IN ITSELF, THE FIRMEST VOW!


Commitment means effort, stress, and a plan,
And I love winging life however I can.
"Consistency is key!" they preach with such might,
Well, so is my habit of changing my mind overnight.
Texts? Yes. Calls? Maybe. Future plans? No way!
"Where is this going?" Bro, I just got here today!

So, here’s my philosophy, it’s simple and neat,
No commitment means I never face defeat!
Because if you never sign up, never begin,
You’ll never lose—and isn’t that a win?
I can’t even commit to an ice cream!
Vanilla or Some berries? Such a hard choice,
Imagine choosing a lifetime voice.

Politics? The biggest joke on the shelf,
"We stand for change!"—except for themselves.
Speeches, promises, endless delight,
Until election ends, then poof—goodnight!

Work goals? Of course, they’re set in stone,
Until Netflix whispers, "You’re not alone."
"I’ll start the project, I swear on my soul,"
Then spend six hours down a YouTube rabbit hole.
Boss asks, "Where’s the report?"—bad Wi-Fi, sir!
But online for memes? Speed is a blur.

So, what’s the truth? Let’s not pretend,
No commitment is commitment, my friend.
The world’s in love with the "open-ended way,"
Not serious, just curious—what more to say?

As Jerry Seinfeld once joked, with a cheeky grin,
"People don’t want commitment, they just want to win!"
So, raise your glass to "next time for sure,"
And commit to never committing—forever secure.

To commit not is, in itself, the firmest vow—
A pledge to the wind, steadfast in its flight,
An oath to the river, sworn never to hold.
For to forsake all bonds is to be wedded to freedom,
To promise naught is to be bound by endless choice.
Thus, in the art of elusion lies the deepest devotion,
And in the absence of tether, the strongest chain




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