The Best Sunset in the History of the World, Value Of the Body, and My Greatest Honor

 My head is killing me but I saw the best sunset of my entire life. The kind of sunset that makes you think, "Welp, that's it. Nothing better exists." All I wanted was to exist up in the clouds for an eternity. I don't think that's too much to ask. The temp is going to fall into the teens tonight. I was interviewing a patient at work who takes a certain popular weight-loss injection, and they told me they had not been taking it because the pharmacy had been unable to get it. They paused, slowly looked me up and down, and asked if I had ever tried said injection. I said, "No, I have not," and continued with the interview. This is the body I have. I have hated it my entire life. I am trying my best to see the value it brings. It allows me to make money to pay for my mortgage and my car and the new bed I can sleep comfortably in. It allows me to see striking sky displays in the mornings and evenings. It allows me to climb stairs and stand and kneel and walk. It allows me to enjoy food and soft clothing and a throat that is not currently sore. It allows me to smell coffee brewing in the morning after I get out of the shower. It allows me to wave and smile at people in passing. It allows me to type these thoughts, to think deeply about many things; about things other people might miss or not even care about—the invisible things. My body does not exist to be spoken about or fixed or updated or made beautiful. The clouds I saw tonight resembled cellulite. My body is connected to every single part of nature. This should be the highest honor one could ever achieve. To be one with nature. We get so lost in our competitive, social hierarchy that we lose sight of what is important. I am here. I exist. Isn't that enough?

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