Don't forget to thank your own body...

I owe an apology to my beautiful body for carrying all this weight, please, forgive me,
for not controlling my emotions. I didn't listen to you but you didn't leave me.
All these sleepless nights you were there doing your best to keep me alive and healthy
but i was too blind to see what you are going through, i wanted to become rich and wealthy.

I suddenly realized that i had been out of control and i was surrounded by negative energy
but now i feel greater than ever, i am strong, enlightened, i am the brightest star in galaxy.
How could i hurt you that bad by poisoning you with toxic food and make your organs bleed?
I guess i was too busy finding happiness in wrong things, in soulless materials i don't really need.

Here i am tonight, after a good sleep and a clear mind writing to you for the first time,
for now i realized that you go through all this with me and you are always there, anytime.
You've got to take care of eighty six billion neurons in my brain, pump your heart at least 100 thousand times per day, and a million other things to do for keeping all these viruses away.

From now on body, i am going to treat you with respect, as you have done all these years.
I won't let any thoughts to damage your constant work for keeping me safe and alive.
You will not face any big problems again and there will be no more terror or more fears.
Bright days are upcoming for both of us, stay with me and together we will reach the sky.

Μιχάλης Τράγκας

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