Sometimes I stare at the wad of paper I just chucked at the trashcan; and missed the toss. I could spend two lifetimes debating on whether to pick up that focus of my attention and put it in the trashcan. I mean: what a monumental decision. The choice is to do something – not just something - but something beneficial. To push your body into a stance to stand up, tighten your muscles, lift and place one foot in front of the other until you finally arrive at the destination where you get to make another decision.
To squat down and pick up the wad of lead paper and then deliberately place it in the trash. But when you think about it, it saves you from trash on the floor, but creates another job for you later in taking out the trash. Having to walk outside with a full bag of nasty trash to the big bin outside is an even harder job. Every bit of movement we make creates work. So then why don’t we want to work? Why are we placed in an environment that we don’t like? Why mature, grow, struggle, hurt, fail consistently, work and push ourselves until the day we die?
