Fourteen prescriptions some taken multiple times a day. That’s my routine, my habit. Every morning is spent counting out pills sorting them out in doses to be taken at 8am, 3pm, 7pm, and 9:45pm. Each has a purpose I suppose, some critical some not so critical. Each manipulating some function of my damaged body to just keep me going. I don’t really give this portion of my life much thought anymore. Mostly because it has become my routine, my habit.
Listening to the birds around the bird feeder in the morning. I sometimes get a little envious of them. Being able to pick and choose which seeds they prefer, leaving the rest on the ground for the squirrels to pick up. It’s funny how things work in nature, where even my little bit of intervention (bird seed) becomes a part of the natural cycle. Nature often adapts to the things we do. In my case I down chemicals every day that manipulate the effects of things I’ve previously done.
But not everything that we do can be reversed. Within nature and within ourselves, some things you just have to deal with. We pollute the world for convenience and for greed and we selfishly pollute ourselves for the same reasons. While there may be mitigating circumstances for what we do, we should still be mindful of the damage that can be done. But after all are only human, and we are often overcome by the primal fears that are buried deep within us. I live with my mistakes, but I do my best correct them. All I can tell you is, to be mindful of your actions. Listen when pain and fear calls. Don’t ignore what needs fixing and stop every once-in-while and listen to nature.