If you don’t move, you’re pungent.
The irony is,
you need to experience movement,
at its extremity,
to realise the importance of being void of it all.
If you take movement, to be purely physical,
you’re yet to grasp just how much you don’t know,
and are stiffer than you realise.
Your body, mind, heart and spirit are longing for things you’re depriving it off, under the faint notion of faux-choice, intellectual prattling.
You’re not choosing, you’re just ignorant of how things work.