"You have a duty to your body."

This one’s a much needed reminder for myself.

My mind has lately been going a million miles an hour, and my body can’t seem to keep up. I feel so tiny. My thoughts are constantly racing, while my body still needs to pause every now and then to catch its breath. And they just never seem to land at the same spot. It’s exhausting, having such an enthusiastic brain that keeps getting pulled back, because it’s too much to take for the one body I have. And it almost feels like my body keeps failing me, when in fact I’m the one who’s been failing it all along.

I refuse to go to bed early, because inspiration has to kick in very late at night. I unconsciously starve myself all day as I get so engrossed in a conversation that completely takes my mind off the world. But then someone randomly says something that stirs a feeling of guilt inside, and I immediately head to the kitchen because stress-eating suddenly becomes my only way out. I watch people exercise all around and then feel my hands reaching out to my remote control, as I get comfortable on my couch instead. I hold my bottle. It’s empty. I decide to skip water for the day because I’m just too lazy to get up for a refill. And the list can keep going on and on and on and on.

Yet, my body still takes me to places when I need it, and never gives up on helping me out. It still functions the way it should, for the most part, and hardly decides to crash when it knows I can’t handle a break down. I wake up every day feeling tired, but my mind happens to have a louder voice that I only pay attention to instead. I bet if my body got to speak, its screams would instantly turn me deaf. And yet I keep pushing, as if we were never on the same team to begin with. As if it’s always been me... against it.

But I owe so much to my body, and if I forget to be gentle now, I truly never know where it might be taking me next.