Fighting the feeling, a battle rages within me..to get up or not to that is the question, a cantankerous interpretation of Shakesphere's words, and I assume that we were talking about one and the same thing. The battle rages on... me sitting on the edge of the bed crouched as much as I can. My whole body,each part relying on the other in a most gracefully symbiotic way,each trying to gain small amounts of energy from the other in every proven scientific method possible, osmosis and Einstein knows what! This takes longer than you can imagine, noo it's not momentary but a carefully planned sychronised process, where if one could see underneath the skin to the muscles and superimpose the minor progressive retractions of the ligaments with what the mind is trying to achieve; is an incomaprable visual display in its whole.
Finally a decision is arrived at, the mind forces the body to move, the first movement it has made, which takes alot of persuasion and will power. The body still tries to fight it though,using the mind, pumping in images of nice dreams, relaxed venues and stupefying provocations by relaxing specific parts that give you immense pleasure when rested -all boiling down to one word sleep!The mind fights back reasoning that it is imperative to carry on forward as there are things to be done, ignoring which, could have dire consequences. The body sees and feels the logic necessity in the reasoning though it rather have its way. The mind won today. Occasionaly however the body does have its way, but thats one of those days that when the battle goes on for long and the next eruption of consciousness makes me realise what a grave mistake it was and I have to make up the lost time by doing things smoothly but at double the speed so as to portray an image where no one realises that it was those days when the mind lost!
Well who cares what anyone thinks? But the thing is that it shows weakness, a lack of responsibility in matters that have consequences, such as your boss perceiving it as ignorance of dedication to work. Heeey I want to say sometimes, when he calls my excuse of having overslept lame, its more than you think, I fought it but unfortunately cosmic forces were not in my favour today, the body won! Have you thought about how on every, or more realistically most days, the mind wins!I dont think you should say lame that it lost today. Give me a break, I think I deserve it. Between you and me, its only a desperate man's last attempt to save his last hint of dignity, no justifications whatsoever.
The body moves forcefully, like a prisoner being dragged into his cell. To the bathroom, the mind says - "If only I can get the hands to touch water and water to touch the face, my task would be over". The mind has always believed that the universal solvent is miraculous, the molecules of the solvent containing inherent power far greater than any, not of energy but the exceptionally incongruous power to impart sense and to generate realisations. For when the molecules touch those of the skin especially the face, where a love has existed for ages, life is born. The interaction is one, unparalleled by its simplicity, but in direct comparison to two souls making love. Once the mind manages the contact, sparks fly and the body comes to life hearing the first sounds of the morning and comprehending them,the experience further enhanced by the mind.
Now they work together, the battle over, peace reigns and the day begins in full swing....but not until the next day when history repeats itself...the same turmoil continues...wonder who will win tomorrow!
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