Among the various ironies in the human conditioning, is its inability to possess prolonged defiance against toils–swap a pauper’s shack for a throne, and soon he forgets how to make ends meet with nothing.
After years not stricken by discomforting sicknesses, I have gone soft against the debilitating elements of a disease. The headache and extreme malaise have overcome me; for the past week, each morning has been a hell of suffocating punishments.
I found my physical strength disobeying me; my mind has settled for weakness, unwilling to command the body to do anything.
What does one do
When frailty rules?
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You have to say to yourself, with great and unfaltering confidence, that
“My body is stricken, my mind is feeble, but my SOUL is strong.”
When all earthly hope is lost, confide in the metaphysics.
Someone once said somewhere during sometime,
“In dreams begin responsibilities.”
Was it W.B. Yeats?
Yes.
Start by dreaming,
Envisioning your coming around.
That is vaguely the point,
You have to forge with the greatest, most indestructible ore
The true nature of what constitutes you
That which no man or woman or virus or bacteria or fungus or parasite
Can ever take away.
They can corrode and rot your body
But they cannot mend your soul.
Keep that in mind,
Stay in motion,
And stick to a sound treatment plan.
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