I wish I could say that everything I do has a reason. I'm sure from one perspective that it does. But from my own conscious mind, there is often nothing but the most bland of reasons behind my actions:
Habit.
Comfort.

The path of least resistance, I think, is the most attractive path to a mind absent and unused. Because of course when I sit down to things, my preferred course of action is far and away the most productive, intelligent, and even holy. How often, though, is that the course I actually take?
Not very.

At rest, then, I am a pool of water. Dribbling down the path of least resistance, settling at the lowest possible point.

Give me some outlet, and I will flow. A direction and a purpose, and I will run along the intended course.

If I could be profound, and suggest some solution that I have not already found, I would present it here.

But all the solutions I know of have already been discovered to me - and they are effective.

So I am without excuse.

Truly.

I must knock down the dams so I can flow.