“To move is to live, irrespective of direction motion is that all the same”

Progression,
Regression,
Stagnation,
To move is to live,
Yet, what is movement without growth,
Without change in the soil beneath your feet?
When each step echoes the last,
And the horizon stays as distant as before?

Progression,
A climb toward something unknown,
A whisper of hope that dares you forward.
Yet sometimes,
Even upward paths feel like the same circles,
Reaching higher but never closer.

Regression,
The slow surrender to what was,
A backward dance with familiar shadows,
Lulled by the comfort of repetition.
But is falling back not still motion?
A descent into the known?

Stagnation,
The quiet ache of standing still.
The...