22/06/2020
Health, Happiness and choices
We humans are interesting. We have this perhaps unique ability to be be conscious of our existence and with that we have an ability to recall our past and crucially to make plans for our future. That ability to plan for our future, can be both for today, the next hour or ten years time.
Yet within this ability to plan for our future perhaps we are the only creature that finds themselves in this strange position, not quite a paradox but not far off, a many worlds scenario perhaps? Whereby we can plan what it is that we want to do and yet our ...what shall we call it, our instincts, our learnt behaviour, our rebel will, can take us in a whole other direction.
What many of us do with our ability to plan ahead, especially the morning after a heavy night of downing alcohol, is to truly believe we will never drink again, or at very least truly believe that from now we will start a new path of health and feeling better, more self-respecting, more conscious of our choices, more appreciative of our body, more aware of our one fortuitous life.
The intention is set, the aim is clear, health all the way from here. Drink water, cut out sugar, start running. Yet within hours we already feel better and there in the cupboard in the alluring package is the sweet shape of a seemingly harmless biscuit. Memory of intention flickers across the mind, yet so too the taste buds of the mouth remembering that pathway of pleasure and before long our rational mind, as if in a chess game against the biscuit itself, has made solid convincing arguments to oneself and the biscuit is gone.
Two nights later the head is back in equilibrium and a cocky bravado has taken hold once again. A new rationale, one life, I am wild and reckless and free, I am rebel even to myself. I am the wayward filmstar who smokes and drinks and finds comfort in his self image, the person who is different, not like all the rest, not mainstream, not controllable. The freebird.
Before you know it this memory, this self-perception, whatever the self-perception is, it comes into sharper focus, as if we see ourselves suddenly in sharp clothes, a suit, something suave, something we feel good in, something we truly feel represents the picture of who we see ourselves as.
And there in that moment we have subsumed the commitment, the awareness, the path that two days before we had sworn ourselves to take.
In the final analysis, perhaps we are all more creatures of habit than we are wanting to admit.
If we see ourselves as un- tamable and independent then that message that pattern is perhaps the strongest pattern, the pattern of thought, the thoughts returned to most often. That is who we are.
Rarely do we stick to our new perceptions of who we want to be. For most of us are actually mentally weak, pattern addicted, immediate pleasure led. By which I mean the desire to change, to live more healthily and be more happy and feel better about ourselves is often short lived. For the power of the biscuit is often more practised than the new thought. The power of our daily patterns, what our bodies have learnt to consume, are perhaps the most powerfully strong and hardest to change.
And all along the body is watching the battle between the new idea of who we want to be and the old habits that have created who we have become. The body is simply quietly keeping score, taking the battering, being worn down over years of self induced micro aggressions, our unhealthy foods, our unhealthy habits driving us faster towards death than our conscious imagining hopeful minds every wanted us to travel.