Alone

There is good reason to prefer my body over my mind.

My body is mine to do with what I please. I can decorate it, mold it, pamper it… even kill it if so inclined. My body is free to wander wherever it is strong enough to roam right up until it isn’t.

My mind, though; that thing belongs to others. My mind has been filled by others, trained by others, and must behave itself on account of others. Whenever my mind ventures outside of it’s box it is quickly pushed back inside by those who witness, lest I am found to be odd, or wicked, or plain Jane insane. And worse about the mind? I fear I may never be free of it.

Yet, despite that I do not prefer the physical me. I remain equally partial to body and mind, and could not choose one over the other, nor would I trade either for another. I am satisfied. Mine are good partners, body and mind, partners which together stand alone through this life, while also working diligently to face whatever lies ahead.