There is no greater enemy than the feeling of lethargy.
To drag your feet while the world opens itself to you
like the petals of a flower in bloom is a blasphemy without equal.
This is not an attack on leisure, for in slowing your pace
you can truly see the beauty of life around you.
But to allow yourself to wallow while life passes you by leads nowhere but despair.
A circle within a circle, it binds you to misery.
You need only exert your will on one task,
taking that first step.
And then the next step.
Again and again. Just moving forward towards something, anything.
For if you stay still and fear taking that next step, you are already dead.