I reside in the realm of action.

Everytime I want to blog, I usually end up just thinking. I type lots of half-scentences, but then I erase them. Just a bunch of useless words to remind me of my useless life. I want to blog, I want a cathartic rythm of words but I also want action and the more I think the more futile every movement seems. It feels like a dangerous game, trying to ricochet. Like one day I'll think so much I'll never move again, or maybe one day I'll move so much I'll never think again. What good am I either way?