Passages

For some time, I have been grappling with the reality of a body that is far from perfect. I'm not talking about issues of weight, anorexia, wanting to be a model - I'm dealing with a body that once would carry me running over mountains 20 miles at a time, ski down hills for days on end, that was able to support me through every day, every adventure, every passionate embrace, and a gratifying career.

 

Through the intricacies of some weak genes, my once dependable (but mortal) coil turned on me. Along for the ride, my brain chemistry has skewed. It is a cruel thing, and I just loathe the facts. And yet, there are so many people that have far more serious issues to deal with than do I, and I have a whole new appreciation for the strength of will and character that it requires to go through life with disabilities and challenges that the "average" human does not have to endure.

 

Through my illnesses, I have found heroes- the caretakers of the sick and ailing, those who dedicate their lives to bettering the quality of life for others, and do so for pennies, compared to what someone like Paris Hilton gets paid for being - nothing.

 

I’m changing. As I become weaker, I find strength I did not know existed previously. As I shed tears, I cast off prior assumptions. Life is an interesting journey, and no matter how well prepared you feel you may be, you just never know what waits tomorrow.

Passages on life's way.

 

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