Sinning

 


I don’t know what happened last night, but I’m paying for it this morning. My upper back has done nothing but spazz out in sharp pains all morning. So I sit here in as proper a posture as I can manage, closing my eyes and relaxing. But those nerve endings behind my left shoulder blade refuse to listen. Just another pain among the many other pains I’ve collected in my nearly 64 years of sinning. 

I just got back from the store where I got me some Gator-made to see if we can build up those electrolytes my endless pissing deplete. Funny how the one thing that’s supposed to save you, at the same time screws up something else. But it’s the trade-offs we make to keep our asses alive.

I guess I could do like so many of my friends and put away the use of modern scientific know-how and let nature take its course. Or better yet hum my way to “natural health” when it was scientific observation that came up with those techniques anyway.

So I sit here as chemically induced as I can, doing what my half-a-dozen specialists tell me to do. With the awareness of a monk and the critical thinking of an analyst/researcher. In our moments of darkness, we scamper through all kinds of dumb habits to find peace. It’s in our later years that we discover those “moments of euphoria” are the habits that are slowly killing us.

So when reality finally bites you in the ass, you learn to balance that survival instinct with the peace you so desperately desire. Don’t let the sins of the past define you. From this moment on, live each day as best you can, with awareness and forgiveness.

#Awareness #Forgiveness #Honesty #Survival #Zen   


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