On Health
A Few Thoughts
Those of you who follow my daily mailings have noticed.
For several days, I didn’t publish anything.
I’m ill.
Human beings are strange (or stupid).
It’s only when your health is failing that you think how important health is.
It’s only when your health is failing that you think how lucky you are when you’re in the best of health.
It’s only when your health is failing that you think of all those things you want to do. (But don’t do when you’re healthy).
It’s only when your health is failing that you realize you could have been more careful.
These health worries are a reminder. We’re not invincible. Every day we’re in good shape is an unique opportunity. Time is short. Do what you want to do while you still can.
Every time I’m ill, I realize that I’m not taking enough care of myself. I don’t go to the doctor often enough to check on problems before they happen. I eat too bad. I don’t eat enough green. I don’t exercise enough. I don’t sleep enough.
I don’t take enough care of this temple of mine.
When I’m ill, I realize what an ingrate the healthy me is, who doesn’t realize how lucky he is.
These illnesses are crises that call our lifestyles into question since they are sometimes symptoms of them. The body says stop to unhealthy behavior. And makes us realize that we need to pay more attention to it.
I hope that this time, the lesson will sink into my brain.
There’s nothing more important than health.
It’s a daily job to protect it.
Our greatest treasure.
Ps
I’d like to thank everyone who sent me a little message on Notes. You’re golden. It was a ray of light on a difficult day.
I don’t know what my publication schedule will be in the next few weeks. It’s a little era of chaos ahead.
If you hesitate to do your workout, do it for me, who doesn’t have the strength to do it today and who dreams of doing it.



One day at a time. Set tiny goals. Don't be so hard on yourself. We will be here when you feel better. 🤗❤️✨
No way! I had no idea. How do you feel now? Please tell us everything will be ok, cos what is writing without Viam?