Every Morning


 

Every morning I take a total of 18 different medications that I have been prescribed by six or seven different specialist. Some of those medications I take three times a day, others I take twice a day, while a few I take only once a day. If your keeping count, that’s a total of 31 pills a day. Most all of them are pretty essential for keeping me upright and operating fairly normal.

I suppose I could look at all this tragically and feel sorry for myself. While I sometimes do throw myself a pity party, for the most part I take it all in stride. Seeing it as the price I pay for making piss poor decisions during my life. But I was the one that chose to do all that stupid shit. So it’s 31 pills and several doctor visits a year, plain and simple. But since tiptoeing to the edge of death, I realized I’d much rather live. So I’ve made most of the necessary changes I needed to keep my ass going.

Spiritually speaking, most of my family and friends think I’m going straight to hell. And amongst even those, I’m sure some have wondered, “Why does he even try”? My best answer I suppose would be, “I don’t really know”? I mean I could have took the easy route like my parents and died “Lick-a-d-split”. But instead I just seem to be fading away quietly…more or less.

“So why go through all the trouble”, you may ask? I guess because there’s a certain joy in living, if you just try. Through my current hybrid Christian/Zen belief system, I just assume serve and enjoy my life as long as I can. Until this old earth gobbles me up and lets me live again. It’s a pretty simple process, at least for me. It’s not so much about reincarnation, as it is about recycling. But enough digging in those weeds, let me just say. All of us should embrace  life and live in this world as best we can. Every morning.

#LiveLife #Forgiveness #Compassion #Faith #CarryOn

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