Y’know, it’s funny how the sorts of things that are so physically difficult can be so basic — putting weight on your hands, standing on your toes with your heels lifted, standing one one foot & pulling a knee up to your chest, crossing your legs, squatting low, getting up & down from the ground without too much of a struggle...
Little things like that aren’t impressive or flashy. They’re just details, easy to ignore, easy to neglect like old toys you think you’ve outgrown.
But when you have to live in your body, outside the sheltering illusions of your mind, suddenly you feel your limitations. They’re judging and unforgiving. They tell you what you’re missing, what mistakes you’ve made, the cost of thousands of tiny decisions you’ve made.
So what do you do? Do you resign yourself to entropy, decay, compounding decrepitude? Or do you stop and assess, open up to the truths your body tells, and insist on claiming some of the grace it’s capable of?