Listless

It took him a full hour to force himself to sit down and make a list of everything he needed to accomplish by the end of the day. A to-do list for today, if you will. Surely, he thought, there is a lot to be done. Yet, as he sat in the chair, nothing came to mind. The pen remained motionless on the table and the page in front of him remained blank. 

He decided he had no desire to start writing this list, but then he realized something. If he couldn't convince himself to begin the task of making a list, how was he ever going to complete the tasks on that very list? No list, no tasks. Brilliant, he thought. If he couldn't write down what he needed to do, then he would never do what needed doing and that suited him just fine.

But then a second thought struck him. The first task on the to-do list was to write the list. And once he realized this, there was no escaping it. He had accidentally started the first task on the to-do list, which was writing the actual list, in his head. The list was begun and he could not go back.

BUT, he thought for the third time, nothing has been written down yet and obviously nothing needs to be done until it's been inked in pen. A fair point. Because as he currently sat, the idea of writing a to-do list was only an inkling of what needed to be written, but ideas are not always good to be acted upon. He knew that from his college days. And if he never wrote it down, well then, did the idea ever even exist?

Much too early for philosophy, he decided. All he knew for sure was he didn't want to write the list. He was lacking the energy and enthusiasm for the task, so he continued to sit and stare at the blank page in front of him.

He was both listless and listless.