I woke up in a bad mood this morning.
I'd had a fitful night's sleep
and my bad back was sorer and tighter than ever.
My shoulder was starting to feel just as sore too.
I tried to stretch them out
to no avail
and stumbled into the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror
and saw the pain on my face.
I certainly wasn't looking any younger either.
My hair was now mostly gray
and mostly gone on top.
I was getting more and more age spots on my face.
My wrinkles were deeper than ever.
was worn out on my teeth.
I'd recently had to get a stronger pair of glasses.
My skin was thinner.
My toenails were thicker.
I griped to myself about it all.
"Why do our bodies start to wear out
just when we finally learn how to live?"
Life in its infinite patience and unconditional love answered me quite quickly.
I felt this thought drop into my mind,
"The car you drive isn't as important as the person behind the wheel!"
I smiled at that
because I'd had so many old, used cars in my life.
They all had "personality".
They all had quirks, troubles, and problems.
They all required patience and repair.
But they always got me where I was going.
my body was starting to wear down,
Life was reminding me that
I wasn't that body.
I was the driver inside of it.
I was the bright, shining soul within.
I was the spirit
that was both ageless and eternal.
And while my car wasn't going to last forever,
the driver was.
Take good care of this body you drive around then.
Keep it in good repair.
Make it last as long as you can.
But always remember it isn't you.
You are the person behind the wheel.
You are the loving soul within.