progression, or regression?

there can be no standing still,
for even when one stands still,
stiff and unmoving, statue-like,
the earth moves beneath the feet...
so the question becomes one of:
is it a progression? or is it a regression?
or is one going nowhere fast?

sometimes life becomes an illusion of movement...
the blurred haze of motion that tries to block out the
ignorance and the pain, the many worries and doubts that
have gathered where it matters most: the heart,
and then lost, bewildered, too tired to go on,
we finally have the courage to ask,
where am i going? what am i looking for?
and while the answers may surprise us,
they will not betray us...for every life can be lived,
if one is but true to the self.