Why are we always tired?
When you cannot sleep at night, and when the trail of your eyes is slow in the day, and you wonder:
Why am I always tired?
When your face is warm but your feet are cold, when your steps seem to take forever, when fractures turn to tingles…
And your body wants to give up. It wants to sleep, to start afresh, but it never can. It whisper-yells “why”. More as a statement than a question.
And your mind screams back in alert full force:
“WHY?! WHY ARE WE ALWAYS TIRED? Maybe because of you, Body. Always demanding. Always pursuing easy pleasures: running, eating, dancing, drinking. Quick at the first jump and slow at the second: Chasing, straining, finding, losing.
You feel EVERYTHING, and you feel so hard. You seek and you find and you feel it all. You get to feel it all at first glance, at first graze, at first.
You’re an enchantment expert, you can bring anything to life. What you do is beautiful and profound.
But oh the mess you leave for me, the Mind.
For once you’ve felt it, it is gone.
And it’s my job, mind you, to figure out.
To sift through and analyze. To pick up your chaos, and to decide what it means for the rest of us – for the Heart and for the Soul.
So together we can try to stop your maniac routine next time.
And your Heart is sad, Body. For its job is to sort: to treasure or to delete all that you have gathered so mindlessly. To delete sounds the horror, and for a moment it is. You’ll only have to feel a pang: a brief shattering with a glass hammer, before I sweep up the pieces and hide them away. Don’t be fooled: to treasure is a slow poison, infecting you one vein at a time. But one day it will paralyze and stop you, Body. The Heart’s job is a sad one, and I do not envy it one bit.
As for your soul: it is flickering, for it hasn’t been fed in a while.
You keep me too busy,
Body.
Leave me alone.”
Suddenly your body snaps it’s eyes back open. It forgot where it was.
It’s on a throne it built for itself.
With your mind and your heart and your soul in a box underneath.
