As I approach the later years of my life, reflection comes uninvited. Experiences that once controlled me loosen their grip. The body that they aimed to discipline remains alert, responsive, and aware of consequences. It understands what the mind only contemplates. It also knows that its time is limited.
This awareness does not emerge as a thought; it manifests as a sensation.
The inner life is no less significant, but when body and mind are at odds, both suffer. What endures is not a debate but rather attention.
Still, we continue to exist within systems that measure worth through accumulation—credentials, numbers, possessions—as if meaning could be quantified.
Expression can be analysed, contested, and celebrated. Yet it is the body that brings us back. Without it, there is no speech, no understanding, no point of connection. Beneath the open sky, beyond any explanation, life goes on because it is fundamentally physical.
