Berke Breathed wrote that there is a certain inevitable futility in indecision. He credited it to Voltaire via his character, Binkley, just before Binkley and his comrades, who had all been on a dead branch that was extended over a river, contemplating a snake that was keeping the first from diving in, fell into the water along with the branch that broke from the weight of their bodies and their collective hesitance. I could find not proof that Voltaire ever said anything of the sort, but I didn't try very hard. That's not the point. The point is in the message of the quote itself. If you put off making a decision long enough, it will be made for you. Likewise, a lack of action is, in itself, an action and as such has its own consequences.
This breed of elm tree sprouts up everywhere. We pull them out as we go, or they just die. This particular sprout took root in an unused pot and we said to ourselves, "We need to pull that out before it gets too big." Then, it got bigger and Nameless said that he wasn't going to break his pot in order to remove a sapling, so we waited. Now, there's a tree growing entirely too close to the patio, which is only a few years old, and its roots are going to cause some damage to the cement. And at some point the tree itself will break the pot; we won't have to.
And still we do nothing.