Every day, I walk 10,000 steps.
The world sees a fat man struggling to continue,
but fighting for success.
Little do they know,
that every day on step ten thousand and one,
I die and become the avenging angel of the chips and spirits aisle,
only to wake up the next morning like it is Groundhog Day,
ready to walk,
like nothing happened the last time.
Explanation...
I try to walk as many as 10k,
I walk 3300 everyday,
most days I walk 6600,
some days I make it to 9900,
plus the extras of regular life...
and I revert back to making myself do 3300 the next day,
because it hurts, inflammation is up.
In my situation, Inflammation is a major issue.
Still working into it.
Not sure if I am trying to keep moving
or just trying to keep trying.
All of it is improvement. For what, and how long, I don't know.
Ain't that the same for everybody, though?
It has been implied to me, that my teeth should last a lifetime
and I said, maybe my teeth know something you don't.
There are some funny interpretations of Life being passed around.
All I know is, I have lived a full one. ( This is a deciding factor, to me.)
A lot of the parts need replaced.
I'm just not sure if I am all for the extended warranty.
Not sure what that adds to quality, or does it just make you a lifelong patient.
Not sure I want cared for when I am helpless, because I was "saved" by some supposed medical miracle.
All I know is, someone gets a check for keeping me alive, and I become someone else's burden.
I'm not giving up on it. This natural life thing.
It will end when it ends.
For Goodness sake...lighten the hell up.
I'm smiling. I suggest you do it to.
Life is not all good times. You have to appreciate wallowing in THE SHIT to truly understand happiness and the sum total of your life.
(or they will make you take this grade over again)
