One Apple A Day #12
It’s all about me. Anytime I got sick this is what happens. My sickness transforms me in a sort of black hole. As soon as my temperature rises I become the center of gravity of my own world.
I don’t know why. Maybe it’s my ego using the opportunity of a weakened body to expand itself. We all have this selfish ego lying inside, contained by our desires to be a good person. By our will to connect with others. When I’m sick all my will power fades away. And with it also my self control and my empathy. All gone. And the ego flourishes. It grows and expands. My body and my mind are distracted. They are both focused in the war against the viruses. All their energies in the battle for the control of this universe inside my skin. And my ego, with no one checking on him, flies free.
Or maybe it’s the heat. The body temperature rises to kill the enemies, the viruses attacking my cells. Unfortunately temperature doesn’t make differences between good or bad. It rises and heats everything. Including my worst part. My selfish ego got heated and, like a metal, it expands and grows inside.
It’s interesting how my mind works when I’m sick. The night in particular. My imagination flies high. Reality and dreams become one thing and I’m not sure what is what. I’m there, lying on the bed, trying to understand if I’m dreaming or not. And I can’t help myself in admiring my ego taking over everything and make the universe orbits around me.