I can carry you forward, but only if you do the work.

Be careless with me and you can lose a finger, On film you might find me with a pig. Do you understand my puzzle?

I sink upon this softened place, and soon forget my social grace. I pick my nose, I burp, I fart, good manners quickly fall apart. I veg for hours, remote in hand, with grand intentions left unmanned. I meant to rise a while ago, but here I sit and deeper go.

I have a tongue, but I cannot speak, I hold tight when your journey is steep. Click me together to stay safe and sound, Until your trip ends and you’re back on the ground.

I jump from stone or steel and live for but a moment, Yet I can be the beginning of a raging monster That consumes everything in it's path. Or maybe I'm just a little bit of inspiration. What am I?