Life isn’t easy for anyone.
Learning to cope, let alone thrive, requires skills most of us have to
discover and hone on our own.
Physically healthy in my prime, I was still battered around
by the emotional ups and downs of living in a world surrounded by other people
– all of whom had their own issues. I
have developed a good cushion now. My
life, while not always happy in the extreme, is very very good.
Now I am dealing with my own body, which has found all sorts
of ways to betray me. I suppose it always
has, but age has a way of intensifying these things. What once seemed inconsequential, now feels epic. Every bite of food that enters my mouth,
every step taken, or not taken by my feet becomes part of the quest to live out
my days as healthily as possible.
Growing up, no one told me that I had to take responsibility
for my own life by choosing wisely. It
was simply do as I say! That is a
child’s call to rebel. The final step
into adult hood is realizing that authority figures can’t make it all better,
nor do they have the power to over ride what is ultimately my responsibility.
I can’t fool Mother Nature!
In spite of good or bad genes the quality of my life depends on how I
treat myself.
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