The pill
The hangover
The early flight
The feeling you get after you slept on your hand and it feels like an extraneous, estranged foreign body that does not belong in that oddly shaped place between your elbow and your shoulder. It flops around helplessly and you marvel at your body’s inability to move. Its almost tragic. To think about how much we dont control.
We dont know when our heart is beating safe for the fact that we stay alive. You breathe with no real conscious thought about it ever crossing your mind. You think without being able to help yourself. Can YOU decided when your hair and nails grow and when they dont? And i’ve yet to see someone control blinking. Is it that our minds are weak or our body’s strong.
I think we’ll never know. But for now, without a plan or agenda, i intend to find out in a ruthless, slow, possibly failure-ridden way. Heres to jumping into the infinite abyss of life (note this is only metaphorical no need to go all concerned parenting on me).
-M. Homais
