The gifts from Mother

An acknowledgement of the mundane gifts from Nature

When I sprained my neck, I became aware of the many muscles that moved even during the slightest movements. This awareness would hit me when I would move my hand to another side, and a soul-numbing ache would bite my neck. Before that I had never cared for all the muscles; they were there. This morning as I recovered from a bad night of drinking, I did not have the energy to live. I was reciting the lines "Point a gun, and shoot me dead." The body was so badly broken that I could not get up to even quench my thirst. I was thirsty, but I refused to move. I had to go to extreme lengths to get some dopamine to flow through my veins and reward me. In that moment, the energy that takes me through the day, and through life made its presence felt through the absence. Before this, I just got up and went along with my day; the will was there.

The will, and the muscles, represent something pivotal that I take for granted. I did feel grateful for them when this realization dawned on me, but I couldn't help myself from letting the gratefulness escape. Poof, it was gone, and I was sad about another trifling detail of life. But these are such precious gifts of life. How it fills my heart to find that life has bestowed them on me, and how I wish I could carry this feeling of fullness at all times. Life would be so much better then - I will not be a beggar looking toward the world with extended palms. I'd be an equal contributor. Speaking not with malice, or motives, but because that's what is required.

Everyday that I live, my will and muscles allow me to interact with Mother. It is so unfortunate that I understood their worth when they were gone. Luckily, they are back, or will be with appropriate rest. I must say that the hope that they will be back, makes me happier than the sadness of not having sound prospects. Yes there is much in life to cry about, but then there is so much more to cherish. I think I'm forcing a smile right now, but it is wonderful to have the concepts, the muscles, the means to afford that fake smile. Thank you Mother.