First Love

Our first love is our own body and then probably our mothers. Challenge the body but listen to it when it had enough. Like a good companion, it can endure the harshest of wars. Like a toxic relationship, we have had sabotaged enough but it hasn’t left us yet. And how will it leave us? Sometimes we are the masters sometimes we are the slaves. But it stayed. Will to life is that love with our own body, the little streams of blood that have had danced forever, the gentle silk of our skins that do not want us to burn and kept us safe, the bag of stomach that reminds us three times a day that we want to stay a bit longer, the tongue that desires to kiss a few good cuisines once in a while, and so on and so on

Let us first acknowledge this beautiful bond that does not let us jump off the cliff despite the thousand thoughts. Is this not love?

Let people say it is selfish. They have assumed the horse and the horseman as one, and why shouldn’t they — what a bond it is — the you and the body. In a love-hate relationship may be but they stayed so far…

But if one day the body really believe that the mind no longer wants to stay. It will persuade like it has fought several disease in past. And still if you really want to stop, it will let you free to nothingness with those trembling hands. But it will let you free despite the will to life it will accept to perish without you.

Is it not love?