Y is the body a mere servant of the mind?
I find truly amazing the ways in which the body is affected by the mental state. If I'm really happy, motivated, or even in love, I find that I possess an unlimited source of energy. I can do almost everything without getting tired. However, if I'm sad, depressed or broken-hearted, just the action of getting out of bed is tiresome... I become exhausted just by thinking of doing it.
And it's of no use to rationalize these things. Knowing your mental condition does not change your body's response, which in some cases is a crying shame. Wouldn't it be great if we could just snap our fingers and everything would return to normal? Whatever normal is...
And what if you can't control the things messing with your mind? You can't control love. You can't control your boss, who's a pain in the ass. You can't control the fact that everything you do just turns to shit. But you can try to find positive things in all the bad ones, even if it's very very hard. Because, like I've said before, you're just pilling up experience. Maybe if you gather enough of it, you'll get an extra-life. Or at least be allowed a Force upgrade. Damn, life is not Jedi Academy...
And if some people just seem to pleasure themselves by breaking you into tiny pieces, all you got to do is gather all those pieces together and reassemble yourself, and you'll come out stronger than ever before. Both mentally and physically. Sometimes it may be extremely hard, but that's what friends are for. The real ones aren't just phone numbers or Facebook avatars. They're there for when you need them, so please feel free to use them.
Fortunately, I didn't need mine. I got beaten down, I got bruised. It took me a while to heal, and had almost done it when I got a second beating. Strangely, it wasn't nearly as bad as the first one, although it should have been. It should have been worse. I don't know why it wasn't, maybe the wounds I already had made me insensitive to new ones. All I know is I've healed, now, and I didn't even get scars [since I got to heal over a nice big cup of chocolate mousse, perhaps chocolate has magical healing powers :)].
I'm ready for the next match. Both mentally and physically. Bring it on!
