Physicists define “Inertia” as resistance. Resistance to change. In a world where change is life but the constant end up getting all the attention. Human create circles and then run around them. Thus, the life is all about revolving around these circles. More number of circles leading to increased numbers of round that takes one far away from the centre, the root. And when we realize that we have been running so long and are so far, we endeavour to preserve our present state and take a pause. And this pause becomes the longest stretch and so the point of decline. As a happily ever-after life requires one to run and run constantly. We call this constant running moving on.
But, doesn’t this moving on requires burying your today in a box ? As cliché as this sounds, burying a part of you in that box. The part you may barely knew or was always acquainted with. The part you will never see again. It’s so hard to leave but until you leave. Then, every day is a new box. The thing about boxes is “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” Terrified of your own inertia. Lost in limbo between where you are and where you want to be. To advance or to revert ? Exhaustive much, isn’t it ? That’s life !