A long time ago I used to be young & had a strong body. Today I have been seasoned some, and my body has other ideas and mind keeps rebelling against those ideas. Then I'm faced with another reality check. I'm not a Zen master. I fight the change, I wrestle shit to the ground, I process things and decompress. I even have moments of feeling defeated but I just keep trying to rise above these life circumstances and turn my experiences into tools to help other's. Some days I do not want to help other's, and I need to retreat into that cocoon. I'm not a delicate butterfly. I wear boxing gloves. In spite of it all, I'm grateful to be here for another day. And what humbles me out, is that I have a handful of people who love me because of all of this.