Them's the breaks

You feel invincible sometimes. Not all that often, not often enough to mess up your ego. But there are some mornings, you bounce off the bed and just feel good. You tend to remember these days now, notice them more. They come by much less frequently now. You tend to not notice your body when it works the way you want it to. You punish it with late nights, awful eating and 'other' habits. And then it slowly starts to quit on you. Joints pop, you let out involuntary hisses of pain when you make sudden movements, muscles seize and cramp. You turn to those trusty white pills, the new prescription that the nice doctor gave (along with the warnings, of course) and trust the relief modern medicine grants you. Its bliss, its comfort, its better than any oblivion granted by any other drug. You feel invincible again. Its a rush. And you keep pushing.

Anyway, you don't mind it. Its a body, and you think its just a vessel for the mind. Terribly conceited of you. And you know that you are wrong. You have had nights when you felt like clawing your brains out if it just meant not hurting anymore. You have had days like that. You know that but you forget. And its understandable. The mind wants what it wants. And it usually gets its way too. But there's a comfort that a body that is yours to command gives you. The blind trust that you can have in it. Of getting somewhere. Of reaching someone. You could run, scale those mountains like you always wanted. It would stop distracting the mind then, the nerve receptors signaling pain. But what would the mind do then with all this free time, all this focus? Well it would figure something. Not just worry about what's broken, maybe for ever. It needs to not fret about the troubles and just go about creating its own bubble of synthetic reality and then decorate and renovate that space to its specifications.

Anyway, that's its for today. Stretching the fingers a bit. Inconsequential non-sense. Which all non-sense is. I think.