Why Don’t I Feel Close to 60 Yet?
Why exactly don’t I feel sixty yet? When does the mind and spirit finally sync up with the body, because, damn, my body is way ahead . It’s in the knees that creak like old floorboards every time I attempt a micro-bend. It’s in the body that wakes at 3 a.m., wide-eyed for no reason. It’s in the occasional kidney stones that remind me that pain has texture. It’s in the litres of water I dutifully drink, and the twenty trips to the bathroom that follow. It’s in the brittle nails, the fast-drying hair, the eyes that refuse to focus without squinting. And in the mornings, when I rise stiff as wood, needing a full engine warm-up before standing upright. If I kept going, this could be a tragedy... But then I pause and wonder: what does the mind really know? The mind insists it’s in charge, yet it’s merely following the heart. And the heart, I’ve learned, is not just a muscle, but a mindset. If the mind could only hush long enough, it might sense the quiet hum beneath it all....