As I force myself to sit down and write this I wonder why it is that at some point life seems to become a series of things we need to do want to do and ultimately will not do so much more often than not. I suppose the evolutionary answer to this question might postulate on our hunter gatherer pre-agrarian ancestral roots to justify this natural inclination for laziness. But now it is a dilemma. People work because they need to survive and it is said that we work that much harder now but I figure it is more that our career has become so connected to our sense of identity. Who knows this might not be a bad thing. There are still creative people that do fun things and people that live their lives but it seems that the average person is perfectly happy doing nothing. So we come from nothing and spend our existence pretty much inclined to do nothing all waiting to go back to nothing. All Existential woe aside. I’m not claiming that if I built a shed I would be doing something of great value for the human race or anything like that. It is more an issue of personal value and it seems odd to me that intentions and ideology often amount to nil due to this inexplicable lethargy.