Perfectly empty

I promised myself that I'm going to change. "Tomorrow," I said, "if not today." But tomorrow came so many times and I haven't done a single thing with my life. Time just keeps moving forward, and nothing changes, as I wait for life to take me to another direction. I should face the facts, the fact that I am too lazy to make change happen for instance, or the fact that I've been sitting around and waiting for something to happen for my entire life, and yet, nothing happened. Nothing would probably ever happen if I'll just keep waiting, but I still promise myself: "tomorrow, tomorrow!" what a wasted life I'm living! The days pass by, and I don't even notice how much time I have spent sitting around and waiting for nothing. One of this days, death will come to me, and then I would realize that I should have changed a long time ago, I would realize that I should have done something meaningful with my life, but that will already be too late. The reason I never changed in my whole life is that I never suffered, I never had a reason to change my life to something better, simply because my life was empty, empty of pain. People don't realize that, they don't appreciate the fact that pain is what's pushing them forward, what's making them run away from the painful life they had towards something better, with the hope that the pain will pass away with their former life. But I just didn't have anything to run away from, my life was perfectly painless, perfectly empty.