We are always driven to move forward, to change, and to never stand still. Today, I wonder if there is value in standing your ground and solace in the stillness of celebrating where you stand.
Is there honor in being immovable?
In human culture we are taught being static and stationary is to be dead and non-revolutionary. Is there truth in that motionless homily — or is our ancestral DNA to always want to discover misleading us?
We are our own perpetual motion machines waiting for the inevitable breaking.
As bipeds, we were invented to move, and we mark the trail behind us with totems of our leftover blood and bones. The only other animals that can stand with us and move on two feet are gibbons, ostriches and kangaroos. Birds don’t count!
We can stand, walk, run, jump and hop. We are the only animal capable of jogging.
When we stand, we are the masters of balance and agility. Standing upright and motionless is harder than slouching. Standing is more complex than running. Compression is more taxing than expansion.
Should we be carving morality into stillness?
Are the timid and the meek our real rulers because they find satisfaction in stasis with their eyes pinned to the ground while the rest of us look ahead to navigate the rough terrain waiting to trip us?
What are the dangers of standing still, standing up, and standing our ground?