The Universe is Lazy

"The universe is lazy" everything pushing toward higher entropy. Humans spend their waking life fighting entropy. It's not that we aren't contributing to it. It's not that we aren't aware of it, mortality is a constant bitter-sweet reminder. However, every day we must consume, take in as much energy as humanly possible. Just to continue on. We are the embodiment of forced entropy, right up until we succumb to it.

The universe isn't just lazy...it's relentlessly lazy. Entropy is the path of least resistance stretched across every possible dimension. The heat flowing from hot to cold, order crumbling into disorder, every closed system sliding toward thermal equilibrium like water finding the lowest point. No ambition, no morality, no pause button. Just gradient descent on the grandest scale.
And then here we are...temporary pockets of screaming low entropy.
We wake up, shower off the night’s worth of disorder. Brush our teeth to delay bacterial takeover. Eat for calories to rebuild the molecular machinery that’s constantly falling apart. Work to pay for more calories, shelter, medicine, our "basic needs". Exercise to keep the cardiovascular pump from rusting. As tributes to entropy we love and argue, create art, have children, laugh, cry and wear ourselves out. All of it frantic local reversal of entropy at enormous cost. Every breath is a tiny thermodynamic protest. Respiration itself, stolen order paid for by plants that captured sunlight so many years ago.
We’re not fighting entropy out of ignorance. We fight it because we know the ending. Mortality is the loudest alarm clock: the body is a loan from the second law, and the interest rate is 100%. The universe will collect. We all pay in full.
Yet the irony is exquisite:
The very act of resisting entropy accelerates it, permeating universally.
Every calorie we burn, every light we turn on, every thought we think (which requires ATP hydrolysis), every child we raise who will one day raise their own, contributing to the cosmic ledger. We are entropy’s most enthusiastic accountants. We keep meticulous books, measure our lifespans down to the second. We build cryonics in attempt to avoid the inevitable, and write novels about immortality, all the while paying our obligatory contributions.
It’s almost beautiful in a tragic way.
The universe doesn’t need to try. It wins by default.
We have to try so hard just to lose on schedule.
And still we get up every morning and do it again.
Not because we’ll win.
Because the fight itself, the brief, ridiculous, beautiful local defiance... is the only thing that feels like meaning while the clock is still ticking.
So yeah.
We are the embodiment of forcing entropy along, right up until we become part of the background noise.
Somehow this is what makes life feel so special. Every new experience filled with wonderment and awe. Such joy that can be found in even the smallest things. It is the details that make worthwhile memories. The difficulties of life are quickly subdued by happiness in the moment, and every moment so precious given the brief time we have in the grand scheme.

It is easiest to succumb to entropy's will. To feel it's pressure constantly exerted upon us. To fall victim to the challenges we face, even at the cost of everything truly meaningful. I say not today entropy, not tomorrow either, you will get your way one day but not until I don't have any say in the matter anymore. Today and every day until I can't, I will continue fighting. I'll keep finding those amazing moments, awe inspiring beauty in the most unexpected places, happiness in the unexpected, and appreciation for the opportunity of something so unlikely...Life.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this and it brings you joy somehow.

--S.Murray