Is my health my most valuable possession? It ought to be right up there, maybe one behind my mind. There is one very easy way to overcome health. Stop caring.
Make bad choices. Stop thinking about what's goes into your mouth or stomach or lungs. I romanticise this like the righteous path of the wandering traveller. The one who is always on the road; the one who walks out of people's lives as easily as he walks into them.
Powerless people have no pretences to protect.
By which I mean that it feels good to let down one's guard completely, to the point at which everything is acceptable. It is dangerous, but it feels good. The ultimate powerlessness is to no longer hold control over yourself. To not try; take the path of least resistance.
It thrills me that the path leads to ruin. That is not to say that I am going there, it is to say that this is a test. This body is going to get old, that is given; why not give it a good run for its money, while I can?
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