Instead of pushing physical health, today I’m confessing another perspective.
The body wrinkles. The body sags. The body falls off. You just can’t keep it where you want it. It won’t stay up. It won’t stay on.
Oh, sure, some can make it last longer, preserve it, flush it out and hang it up, good as new. Fluff it up. Chill it out like a fur in the fridge.
But come on, the body is not immortal and was never meant to be. It’s disposable. Hello?
In our throw-away world, meet our most impressive disposable item: your body.
You Loveable One, did you think your body was you?
It’s not! Never was!
You just borrowed it awhile. You’re renting it, just for the length of your stay here. In the density.
The nice thing is, you don’t have to return it in the same condition as when you acquired it. Nope. Your body is a gift to you. A miraculous intricate amazing emotion-enhanced, strong, self-healing divine gift.
It’s yours. When you treat it like a fine gift, it feels good on you.
But it is your rent-free rental, so honestly, you can do with it whatever you will.
Go for it. Drink yourself silly or join the Immortals Club. The charming delusionals.
It’s gonna wrinkle. Give it 130 years. We’ll see.
Yup. Crinkles. Folds of skin hanging loose. Inside and out.
Gets droopy, you know?
It’s gonna slip and slide right off of you. Then you’re free. To see Who You Are.