I very often picture my body as a vessel
There can be many vessels in life, all in many shapes and forms.
They don't need all to have reactors.
They don't need all to travel through the time and universe.
In this particular case a see my body as a "host".
Who invited me. Not for a dinner, nor to have a drink .
But rather to share a journey.
When we are a guest, we tend to have the best behavior , or at least we try ;-).
When we are a guest, we want to show gratitude towards our host.
When we are a guest, we want to demonstrate that we value the invitation.
It is not so different in the case of my soul.
Why should all those good manners attitudes should not be applied towards my body ?
Maybe,
This is why sometimes when I walk, I take time to think about all my body parts that move with me.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I run, to push my body a little bit, to make him feel very much alive.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I stand in front of the sun to feed him along with my soul.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I talk to him, especially when he's in lazy mode and don't want to wake up :-)
One could argue that it's a very strange way to perceive oneself.
Still I find the thought pleasing, that deep-down even when there is no one else in the room. We are never alone in the journey.
There can be many vessels in life, all in many shapes and forms.
They don't need all to have reactors.
They don't need all to travel through the time and universe.
In this particular case a see my body as a "host".
Who invited me. Not for a dinner, nor to have a drink .
But rather to share a journey.
When we are a guest, we tend to have the best behavior , or at least we try ;-).
When we are a guest, we want to show gratitude towards our host.
When we are a guest, we want to demonstrate that we value the invitation.
It is not so different in the case of my soul.
Why should all those good manners attitudes should not be applied towards my body ?
Maybe,
This is why sometimes when I walk, I take time to think about all my body parts that move with me.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I run, to push my body a little bit, to make him feel very much alive.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I stand in front of the sun to feed him along with my soul.
Maybe,
This is why sometimes I talk to him, especially when he's in lazy mode and don't want to wake up :-)
One could argue that it's a very strange way to perceive oneself.
Still I find the thought pleasing, that deep-down even when there is no one else in the room. We are never alone in the journey.
Ricardo Da Fonseca
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