The price of idleness is the same price you pay for lying.
It grows on you.
The more idle you are, the more idle you get.
It’s not about laziness, it’s about not wanting to do, to try, to change.
The price of idleness is the inability to have a past, because every day will be the same, and it will sum up to just one day, identical from time to time.
You won’t have something else to remember.