The Human Body

The body pumps blood through 70,000 miles once each minute.
The ears can discriminate some 1,600 different frequencies
The hand contains 25 joints allowing 58 distinctly different motion.
The acid in a human stomach could break down a nail, but our body manages to contain and regulate the acid so that it does not digest our bodies.

The human body is an incredible thing. Our bodies coordinates motions, processes, emotions, thoughts. It takes the external world and translates the different mechanical, chemical, and light stimuli into a language that our minds can both perceive and react to. It responds to our external world while simultaneously regulating the hundreds of thousands of processes of our internal world. Thus, we can breathe, see, touch, laugh, move, eat, cry, and think.
Even if we sit in bed all day, our body is working. And on the days that we get up, push ourselves physically and mentally, our body allows and encourages such activities. But sometimes we don't give them that much credit. Sometimes we hate our body for its torn ACL, or sore back, or genetic disorders that make everyday tasks seem hard. And it sucks. It sucks walking on crutches while watching other people run, and it sucks when your own immune system can't seem to get the job done. We feel useless, we can't do the things we want to do. We have to spend our time helping our bodies recovery or helping our bodies maintain normal functioning. But so what? Everything, everyone needs help sometimes. Nothing runs flawlessly forever. And sometimes, things never did run flawlessly. But we seem to forget this. We curse our bum knee, we frown at a shakey hand, and we forget the millions of things that our bodies got right. We focus on the flaws, or blame or bodies.
But on the days when your hand shakes too much to hold a pen, or your leg hurts too much to walk, or your mind plays tricks on your motivation. Take a few breaths, wiggle a finger, look outside, thank your body for being able to do most things.
And when your body needs help, when it can't just do things like other peoples bodies can; don't get mad at it, don't make it feel like it is less of a body than someone else's. Because, in truth you don't really know how it feels to have other peoples bodies. And, unless you are lucky enough to have a transplant on the way, you will probably never get another body. Be proud of the things that your body can do. Be impressed that it manages to regulate and coordinate as many things as it does. And, don't be upset that maybe it didn't coordinate one thing correctly, or no longer can do so on its own. Give your body a hand, cut it some slack, and help it out. We all need help every once in a while and so does your body.

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I recently explored the more administrative side of this blogging shindig (yes I said shindig, revel in that moment or judge me, up to you), and I came across something called "STATS." Now according to stats, over 300 people have visited this site. Whether they did so accidentally, or at gun point, I don't know. Why, exactly, I don't know, but somehow, people actually read this.
So, I have decided to return from a year of retirement to provide you with comical, intellectual, or completely useless information. From here on out, I will try to post at least once a week: probably every Sunday.
In the meantime, I encourage you to peruse the sporadic posts that I have made on this site over the last 3 years. Because, although they may be embarrassing, or outdated, or sometimes juvenile, these were still real thoughts, and real emotions that don't become less meaningful just because they were written by a younger self. After all, the people best suited to write about being a high schooler or being amidst a middle age crises are the people who currently are. If we waited to write about things until we have full perspective, we would be waiting all our lives and never write a thing.