Move

Sometimes, I sit in one place, thinking one thing.

From that one thing I find something more.

From there? Something even more.

Eventually my thinking leads into movement.

Those movements followed by reactions.

These reactions make way for ideas.

And the ideas demand action. 

However, in order to act effectively, I must react. 

So I seek out a problem, I react to that problem and in turn it becomes action.

My actions feed off the ideas that are given to me from my reaction, which only came into play because I decided to move towards a problem. 

Even though, I only began moving because I thought about doing so because of one thing.

That thing was my need for action. I needed a reason to act because sitting in one place for too long causes the end of certain ideas.

You never really want an idea to die out because, in the event that you do, you'll come to regret it in the end. I am not quite sure what this is all about. I suppose random babbling as usual.