Because we are so physically capable, and our bodies run so smoothly most of the time, we forget how fragile our bodies actually are, how delicate the balance of systems (nervous, circulatory, respiratory, immune, etc.) that work inside us is. But of course, just when you have grown a bit complacent, you will be reminded of it all, and that’s what happened this week. But like I hear my parents and their counterparts say after going through a harrowing experience, We thank God, even through the panic, the fear, the anxiety, we must give thanks. I’m hoping though that on this particular matter we get to the bottom of things.
Along with physical fragility, we can also be emotionally fragile. Something you say or do in passing or without thought could be interpreted by someone else in a way that hurts them deeply, while you have no idea you have caused such pain until they tell you. I had two such incidents this week, and perhaps it’s the rarity of the occurrences that made them hit me so strongly. I am thankful though that I was able to apologize to both people and in at least one case my apology seems to have been accepted.
Last year (or was it the year before?), a lot of people fell in love with the singer below for her song The Way I Am. I discovered her other songs at that time, and one of them, Breakable, seems particularly appropriate to this entry.
Some lyrics from the song:
Have you ever thought about
What protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones
And some other various parts
So it’s fairly simple
To cut right through the mess
And to stop the muscle
That makes us confess
And we are so fragile
And our cracking bones make noise
And we are just breakable, breakable, breakable
Girls and boys
and the video:
Because of our fragility, we should make a serious effort to handle each other gently and be sensitive to the effects of our actions or words.
Finally, I’m thankful for the spoiling I received at the hands of my family. Last Sunday they came over with a toolbox, ingredients to make dinner and dessert and my dad (joined later by my brothers) put together all the things in my place that required assembly, while my mom and sister cooked dinner and prepared dessert for us. (What did I do during all this? Document it with pictures, of course!) It was a great opportunity for us to hang out and for me especially to feel the love and realize that any fears I had about being forgotten now that I’m not living with them were silly at best. I should have been documenting how to prepare of egusi soup though because now I’ll have to invite my mom over for a cooking date in the near future!
I have noticed that my siblings and I seem to be mellowing with age. There are fewer fights and arguments (not zero, mind you), and we’re getting to the point where we actually want to be friends with one another. I didn’t think it would happen this soon, but I’m quite happy it has (though it’s a work in progress).
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