On stagnation and slow movement

When you're knee-deep in the mud of your life, trudging through its thick coagulated form, it's hard to imagine, let alone believe in freedom from the bog. But the more you resist with increasing force and rotation, the more you ache. So you stand there, surrendering to the possibility of becoming a peat body, immortalised in this sludge. You realise then the power in your stillness.