Songs without Words

Ever since I became estranged from my body, I’ve been using my body as more of a transport device than anything else.  I think that’s probably why I haven’t bought many things that I *want* in person, and those that I do, I buy quickly and try to forget about it.  On the other hand, so many of the things I’ve wanted to do, places I’ve wanted to go, people I’ve wanted to meet – I’ve done it all in the safety of my mind.

But what if I try to restart again?  To experience life the way it was meant to be experienced, through the five senses of the body and not simulations of them that I invent?  What if I let other people speak the lines instead of supplying them myself?

The sad thing is that change – no, everything – is very slow in real life.  I don’t have that sort of patience.  But the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step (whenever I say that, I remember the most awesome valedictorian speech I’ve heard, where the speaker promptly followed that proverb with, “And yet you can’t cross a chasm with two small hops.”).  Oh well, but yeah, I think that maybe I can change things if I’m just not afraid to.  I need to gather my courage.

Because every man dies, but not every man truly lives.  :).  I like silly sayings like that!