Sometimes we need to stop thinking.  We need to shut off that mental-noise and move; move our hands and write, move our asses and exercise, move our minds and study – it’s not so much the type of action that matters, as the action itself.

We have to act.

We can sit and reflect and speculate on the myriad ways of changing things, of doing things, of making things happen, but until we get up and do it, little is going to change.

Intentions and the type of internal chatter going on in our heads influences things but nothing is as effective as taking action, in some small form.  Five minutes is better than zero minutes.  Better enough to be worth doing.

We need to act.  On so many levels.  We humans are pretty fucking mental at the best of times, but our tendency towards apathy is one of our worst traits of all.

We need to act.  We need to make change, I think we’re all agreed on that.  But somehow we’re stuck in the easy lazy routine life of 9-5, shop-til-you’re-broke and have-too-much-shit and take-weird-pills-to-hide-the-unpleasant-feelings….

We need to act.  We need to move.  We’re slowly morphing into great blubbering globes of fat that can’t even walk a few minutes down the road without breaking into a sweat and wheezing.  We, the original hunter-gatherer… the mind boggles at what we’ve become.

We need to act.  I think I’ve already  mentioned that.

But you know, we will, we will act and move and change.  It may come too late for many, it may not be enough to undo the damage for any, but we will do it.  Screw that, some of us already are.

Fingers crossed we’ll all make it and there won’t be any permanent scars.  But you just can’t tell, the rate of destruction, on every level, internally, externally, in the micro and macrocosms of this world…. it’s gotten pretty bad.  Things are pretty damn fucked up.

There are some pockets of hope.  There is always hope.  Always possibility.  Unless you’re already dead, but even then, the dead are not gone.  They’ve just changed form.  They’re still connected to us and we are to them.  It’s just different.

So there’s always some glimmer of light peeking through the darkest clouds.  It’s always there.  Silver linings and all that.  I prefer to call them gold.

But we need to act.