Moving

I am immobilised on the sofa, I remain here waiting for the motivation to move. It may not come. It seems like there are two choices - I remain here forever, or I move. The first choice is one that comes to me each time I sit here, it is the more extreme of the two. Forever is a long time, to sit here like a mannequin waiting for someone to wake me from this torpor. Moving becomes obsolete. The waiting is heavy with expectation - if I move, where do I go? Are there any tasks I can shape inside my head into something tangible - something worth moving for? A list of tasks that will direct the rest of my day and my limbs into action. I can procrastinate and move the same thoughts around my head over and over again in a circle of indecision. Why move, when everything I need is directly to hand - the whole world literally in my hands, conveniently available in in one rectangle of complex technology that obeys my command at the gentle tap of a fingertip.

It is easier to to reach out and touch the world from here without moving, without stirring from the sofa, effort, ambition and dreams all available from one immovable spot. Laziness and apathy are justified, we can get fat and rich from one place. I will move eventually - but I don't know when. Time is infinite.