Inertia

Its been an eternity since I have put pen to paper. It seems to me that somewhere along the maze and maddening confusion that is life, I have lost the courage to write. Courage...such an intense word and yet, I could'nt be more confused about what this entails. The erudite amongst us claim that the essense of 'courage' lies within. Facing one's own demons, shortcomings and the like. But what thereof? Even if our rather capricious nature allows us to muster up this 'courage', an inward-looking courage, how do we leverage its force to create a form of visible difference?

A quarter of a million people have been killed in the now-infamous tsunami...and yet, my very refernce to it as such betrays an indifference; not indifference per-se, rather a symptom of my helplessness. Helplessness, you say? The plethora of NGOs and fellow techies working hard to make a difference would be utterly disgusted with such a proclamation.

Which leads me to the central issue: do I care enough? With brutal honesty and after naked introspection, I know I do. I know I do. And for the sceptics amongst you, dare you charge me with attempting to convince myself. And yet, my lack of any further action fuels their sneers. So should I stop wallowing and kick this pernicious virus of inertia that stops me from getting on my two feet and acting? Inertia is omnipresent. Does it excuse my inaction? To the idealists, it does not. But we do live in a pragmatic world, not an ideal one. Or does such a standpoint epitomize escapism?

For those of you still tuned in to this madness, I applaud you ! As generous as you've been, the question must surely be on your lips: where in god's name is all this going? I assure you that Apollo himself would'nt have a clue. Must there be a point to everything? I'm letting my hair down here and as Robert Plant once screamed: I want to RAMBLE !