I've had a killer headache all day, despite hydrating the meat sack, walking the meat sack, and medicating the meat sack.
It just makes me feel ridiculous, because out my window tonight I see a man walking the highway begging for coin while his toddler sleeps against his shoulder.
It is really frustrating to have such a low-grade problem affecting workflow, when I have so much more agency than so many.
But! Meat sacks, am I right?
Whatcha gonna do?
@NiveusLepus @MLClark 💯 agree. To live is to suffer. Yours, his, mine; it roots and entwines us to care for each other.❤️
@MLClark I used the existence of others suffering so-much-more than me as a way to deny my reality for a buncha years. It kinda helped me get through the days, until it didn’t.
It’s not ridiculous to care for, have compassion for ones self, even as we exist in a world where so much pain is genuinely worse than our own.
Much love. Empathy is a door we open, and it can hurt.
sorry about the headache, that sucks. but i do object to calling our cellular carbon based lifeform a "meat sack".
yes, bodies are prone to suffering, but also reveal glory beyond ourselves. cells working together, evolving communities of consciousness creating us moment by moment.
i get it that bodies feel like prisons sometimes. but i don't see how disparaging them is helpful.
treat your lived body kindly. perhaps the headache is from neck or shoulder tension. try massage.
@MLClark Well, I go through them like popcorn. I may have to develop a different coping mechanism.
Hey, if it works for you, it works for you! Long may the popcorn-fest of human (and other?) suits continue.
Sometimes I'd truly love to take off the skin suit... but since I don't view myself as anything more than biochemistry, that would be a bit awkward. 🙃
(Good reason to try to keep the skin-suit/meat-sack in top form, though! Burn through that biochem while you got it, right?)
@MLClark the fact that others are suffering does not invalidate your own suffering. Pain is subjective for the scale of pain in each person exists only within that person. Their worst is the worst, their best is the best.
I find this is a reason for compassion to all beings. Every one, in a way, is a suffering in a way we cannot imagine, because our scale is not their scale.
There is no pain Olympics, the fact that suffering is, is rather, a door way to love.