Surviving Myself

I suppose my life could have been simpler, easier.  I do not suppose that I would have loved it this much, or had the adoration for it that I currently possess.  This fact is true for me and I do not see it as universal.  However, the idea is not without merit, for I am living proof of its validity.  

 

Somewhere along my journey to death, my path veered and I completely missed my turn.  Flailing through oblivion, I was met only by a tree, one rooted deeply into the ground.  Its bark was rough and unforgiving, and through its leaves fell many lessons, right upon my head.  The leaves formed a shell around my body, one that only my mind would be able to escape.  Just like senses, when you lose a natural ability you make up for it elsewhere, sometimes in spades.  After my accident, I believe my brain was the only muscle left in working order, thus it was tasked with all of the healing.  It would be where I started my recovery, and where that recovery would be overcome and stored for  reasons of confidence whenever doubts should arise.

 

Some times I like to embrace the pain, sit under the sun, and let the energies intertwine.  At its presipice, pain and pleasure are undeniably the same.  One cannot be known without the other, therefore this dichotomy must exist.  Separating my mind from my body allows me to see myself as I really am, instead of transposing my physical appearance, one that I am sure is riddled with misconceptions.  I am at peace with this picture, and I am not worried if you are not.  Happiness lies within, it can be enhanced by outside forces, but it cannot be destroyed unless your mind decides it so.  

 

If things were different, I would not be who I am.  I suppose that would be an even greater tragedy than death.