We need to realize how precious movement is. Imagine being in the same place, looking at the same scenery, wishing upon the same wishes of how you’d like to move forward. But you can’t…well…you think you can’t.
I get it, sitting still is much safer than being in constant movement, risking a fall or two. But without it, without that momentum, life doesn’t really seem to be worth it. Life is not a place, it’s a road with no end. You get to decide whether you’ll spend most of it on the actual road or in a dirty motel on the side of it.
? Make “Shift” Happen ?