Tug of war
I wonder if we just get tired.
You know how your body ages. Your cells, while being continually replaced, regrown, repaired, they get imperfect. Sometimes one comes off the production line, just a little off, maybe the maker was a little distracted and didn't pay attention...and the quality control manager... well, maybe he was just a little tired that day.
So an imperfect cell joins the ranks, toiling day by day, putting up with the crap we put into our bodies. Struggling under the load. So one day it breaks. It cries and fails, not understanding why it can't keep up with it's peers. But it hardly recognizes any of them anymore, they're all getting replaced with new cells, ones that sometimes slip by quality control.
And when that little cell dies... well maybe the sweeper cells didn't feel like doing their whole route today, leaving his body to rot there where he died, only to be sandwiched in by the replacement, never to be retrieved, just decomposing and kinking up the works.
It seems that discipline is the solution to everything. Yet only in our breaking of discipline do we find the most beautiful things in life.
The color of the sunset when you should have been studying.
The scent of your lover's hair when you should have been spending time furthering your goals.
The masterpiece you created when you decided to blow off work because inspiration was beating down the door.
Some may say that water never tastes so delicious as when you've just crawled across a desert.
That cheesecake tastes ten times better if you haven't had any desert in a year.
It's hard to say.
Yes, having cheescake every day may make it intolerable.
But, what about once a week. Is it just as delicious?
I find most things have an even shorter limit of refresh.
A hot bath? 10 hours.
Good food? Just a couple.
Pasta? 5 minutes.
Oh this tug of war.
To discipline and indulgence.
You know how your body ages. Your cells, while being continually replaced, regrown, repaired, they get imperfect. Sometimes one comes off the production line, just a little off, maybe the maker was a little distracted and didn't pay attention...and the quality control manager... well, maybe he was just a little tired that day.
So an imperfect cell joins the ranks, toiling day by day, putting up with the crap we put into our bodies. Struggling under the load. So one day it breaks. It cries and fails, not understanding why it can't keep up with it's peers. But it hardly recognizes any of them anymore, they're all getting replaced with new cells, ones that sometimes slip by quality control.
And when that little cell dies... well maybe the sweeper cells didn't feel like doing their whole route today, leaving his body to rot there where he died, only to be sandwiched in by the replacement, never to be retrieved, just decomposing and kinking up the works.
It seems that discipline is the solution to everything. Yet only in our breaking of discipline do we find the most beautiful things in life.
The color of the sunset when you should have been studying.
The scent of your lover's hair when you should have been spending time furthering your goals.
The masterpiece you created when you decided to blow off work because inspiration was beating down the door.
Some may say that water never tastes so delicious as when you've just crawled across a desert.
That cheesecake tastes ten times better if you haven't had any desert in a year.
It's hard to say.
Yes, having cheescake every day may make it intolerable.
But, what about once a week. Is it just as delicious?
I find most things have an even shorter limit of refresh.
A hot bath? 10 hours.
Good food? Just a couple.
Pasta? 5 minutes.
Oh this tug of war.
To discipline and indulgence.
posted by Elysia @ 19:04
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