Much of my life has been spent reading and ruminating on things and then, quite quickly, forgetting those things. I’ve made a mental note (the irony does not escape me) to act more. You can, if you so choose, read endless articles, books and listen to endless podcasts that discuss the meaning of life and what you should be doing with your time. You can, if you so choose, define success for yourself (though society typically has a way of defining this for you.) You can ponder all of these things and convince yourself that you’re making progress to some goal-some North Star in the distance, on the horizon.
Action is different. You cannot lie about action. It is binary. Either you acted, or you didn’t. Either you moved closer to the thing you said you’d move closer to, or you stood still. You cannot say you will pick up your children from school and then not pick them up (without some pretty interesting conversations happening with your spouse afterwards.) For all my years pondering and thinking about things, outside of regurgitating ideas from some other authors, I am no closer to a capital T truth about life, or meaning or consciousness, or money, or any of the other things that fascinate me. I will, instead, focus on action, to see where I go when one foot lands in front of the other. To which direction I move and then, after I’ve moved, take a moment and thank about what’s next, knowing that the thought itself is almost irrelevant without taking the next step, and then the one after that, and then the one after that.