Full-Pronged Fury!

Life is meant to be a beautiful dream

In which I use my blog as a stream-of-consciousness

“Every body persists in its state of being at rest or of moving uniformly straight forward, except insofar as it is compelled to change its state by force impressed.” – Newton’s First Law

Inaction is in many ways a choice in itself. It’s not as direct a choice as what to wear or what to do, but it is still a choice in itself…the choice is to let Time decide upon the answer to the situation at hand for you. And that is really not a good thing. As much credit as Time gets for healing all wounds, it’s true skill seems to be erosion. Houses erode. Bodies erode. Minds erode. Time may open up other opportunities, but those also require action before they erode as well. In fact, Time’s skill at healing wounds is in itself little more than an erosion of pain.

With this in mind, is true inaction anything more than watching something decay before your eyes? Take alcohol for instance. A beer with lunch, a drink after a rough day…none of these are bad. Another drink above that each time…not necessarily bad either, though not the best. But eventually, having a certain amount of drinks every day can make one into an alcoholic.

Now I’m well aware that there are other factors for alcoholism (genetics, stress, etc)…perhaps that makes this a bad example of my thoughts, but perhaps not. Stress for instance also leads into inaction, as does fear. It’s easy to put something off to the side and do nothing about it for just a day or two. But that’s the issue…much like one or two drinks does not make a true alcoholic, one or two days is not the issue here. It’s when days flow into weeks into months into years that you just watch it all fade before your eyes.

And eventually, every decision becomes a major one…and the world fades save for this mental trap of inaction.

One Response to “In which I use my blog as a stream-of-consciousness”


  1. Shadow

    I’ve never met anyone who could consistently love someone who behaves this way. Though I imagine the person who does nothing doesn’t notice the pain others feel as they press to get close to them, I imagine it’s not an easy cycle to break.

    I know a guy who wanders through his life with this exact circumstance. Those who know him feel he is distant, detached and nonchalant toward others’ feelings- even if it may not be true. It is, as some describe it, the act of throwing every gift into the dirt and giving those around them nothing in return…not a glance, not a smile, not even as much as a friendly gesture every once in awhile.

    I don’t know what’s going on in his life right now, but I wish I could help him… I don’t believe anyone wants to be in this kind of a situation.

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