Sitting

Sitting. Sitting is an action we all must face in between living. I never understood why many choose to live with their bottom smashed to a chair. I feel it cripples my abilities. It drains the dreadful life clock I try so desperately to manage. It’s an action with no action. It is sleep without the unique masterpiece the brain paints which pushes the body to get up. Without dreams, without action, and without time, why would one just sit?