Inertia

We are all inert, in more ways than we think, in more forms than we believe.




We resist change, we are creatures of habit. We fear change at times. We stick to the same-old, same-old because we are not sure whether the new will bring us more comfort, more joy, more peace.

And even those if before us have shown us the positive side of the new order, we resist.

And like the stone sitting quietly in its spot, we will soon be covered by moss, by sand, by debris until we become buried in our own undoing.

Peaceful and serene but not doing much except occupying space and time, waiting for eternity to conclude.