So I’m staring at this slim figure which weighs a little over 50kg and I’m wondering…. If this is all there is to this body why is there such a great distance between its intellect and its intuition? Why the gap between the state if its senses and the state of its heart? Why do both its thoughts and emotions transcend deeper than where its feet stop and why are its aspirations above where its head begins? But yet its eyes show that for a truth that this body is as small as its reflection portrays. Yet the same eyes show past experiences and past pain. So now I see that these eyes are capable of seeing past its owner’s current physical appearance to sometimes seeing into its owner’s past.
And I’m amazed.
This body weighs a little over 50kg and sometimes in periods of great difficulty it feels like it’s carrying a little over 50kg on it’s shoulders alone. Same body, same weight and yet in times of great exhilaration it feels like it’s light enough to take flight.
This body’s entirety weighs a little over 50kg yet sometimes it seems to bear this same weight in its heart alone. On such days, in such moments, this body becomes grateful for components such as its mind and its hands. Without which it may not have been able to think or write. To me, its greatest gift is the ability to do both simultaneously. For this body- this one in particular- writes the weight of its worries away and equally writes its joys to serve as reminders to stay.
I’ve accepted the mystery of this body will never be fully understood. For though the minds of great men are honoured; the hearts of generous men are appreciated; and the handiwork of skillful men are praised…. To me they all form part of the mystery of this body for a body must always embody all these wonderful gifts.
I’m grateful to be a human.
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