In the last couple of years, due to my severe illness, I have often heard people say: “You’re a fighter.” I guess it is terribly impressive nowdays to be a fighter, a warrior, to fight this and that, to fight your way through life. The thing is, life is nothing to fight against. It is to be embraced and cherished. A fighter is the very last thing I would want myself to be. When I hear the word “a fighter” the picture I get, is of soldiers dragging themselves across the battlefield. Covered in blood. In tattered clothes. Physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Even if they do survive, very few of them will actually be able to live, to be alive. It is a sad, sad picture. A picture where I do not see myself.
A friend of mine, who obvioulsy knew I was not into fighters, warriors and soldiers, came to me one day and said: “You’re a dancer, you dance effortlessly and gracefully through life. That’s why you’re gonna make it.”
I feel his words bear so much truth, so much truth actually that the line: “Your life should always be a dance, not a struggle,” has become my mantra. Whenever I feel myself struggling and striving I bring these words to my mind. Life, even life with chronic illness can be something beautiful and magical if only you know how to go with the flow. It is true that the ride gets bumpy here and there but if you just let go and relax you come out on the other side. A little bruised, a little wiser and much more in love with life that you have ever been.
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