No(body) Lasts a Day

The other day I read this article online – some daytime talk show type lamentation (sick word) about how men just don’t change or some crap like that.  I dunno, really.

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It got me thinking, though about the ways we really do change; that so few seem to consider at all…

Because you are different, of course.

Whether you know it.  Whether you admit it.

Different, obviously, in the figurative sense; in that every day you learn, and see, and experience new things.  Every day you improve or decline your self, and are made new as a result of the behaviors you adopt, and the beliefs you embrace, and all the shit that happens to you and because of you.

We all change, in that way.

All things change.

But you are different also in another sense…


Because nobody lasts a day.

No(body) lasts a day.

No BODY lasts a day.

Maybe that seems obvious…

…That bodies change.

They get older.  More wrinkled.  Grayer.  Saggier (some more so than others).

They age.

But, that’s not really what I’m talking about.  I’m not talking about aging at all – the usual stuff we see with our own eyes, and feel in our own bodies.

I’m talking about the fact that they have literally changed bodies.

And you have too.

Cause our bodies are – when you think of it – nothing more than a collection of countless trillions of cells.

Not a “person”, really.

Not a “body”, even.

Not a thing, at all.

Just a mass of cells.

And these cells – like lives – are born and die.  And as you live, sleep, and breathe, these cells are both created and destroyed – one by one – by the body itself, or by disease, infection, or their own natural decay.  Like passengers, almost, on a train, where at each moment, each stop, the train is made different – by some who come, and by some who leave.

And over the course of your life, every cell of your body will have died and been replaced.  Thousands of times.  Millions of times.  Every passenger lost as another found.

Till no more can be found, and you find yourself weaker, older, aging.

What this means, though, that few ever consider, is that the train that arrives at death, isn’t the train that left at birth.

And the train you ride now, isn’t the train you boarded but a short time ago.

At all.

Entirely.  Completely.

A whole new body.

Not all at once, of course.  But over the course of your life…you will have completely changed bodies.

Several times.  Many times.  Every 7 years in fact.

Not a single cell that made you upon birth, then, will go with you in death.  And nothing of you that you can see now, and feel now will be there but 7 years from now.

You might live a long life, then.  But your body will not.

You might feel healthy and fine, then.  But your body’s dying right now.

You might see 80 more years.  But your body won’t last 7 more.

It means the hand you scroll this webpage with isn’t your first hand.  And the eyes you scan this screen with aren’t your first eyes.  And the ass you sit on, and the feet you stand upon are not your first of either.

All have changed.  All have died.  All have been replaced – no different than if your current were removed right now and a donor attached to replace them.

No part of you will stay with you.

None of You will remain.

And all you see now is nothing of what you once had.

And so what’s amazing is this…

…that the body you call your own now – that you wash and clean and care for, that you protect and fret and hate even, that you are inevitably – in some way –so attached to and so believe to be who you are – yourself – has not been so for long, and will not remain so much longer.

When you look at an old photo, then, it isn’t just: “Ah damn.  Those were the days.  Sure was great fitting into those pants.”  It’s…”Damn.  I remember that body.  Sure miss living in that corpse.”

Because the person in that photo is an entirely different body of cells.  No different than the stranger you may see now, or the person you may be sitting near now.

An entirely different person.

We just don’t notice it.  We just don’t notice the countless ways we change everyday, so subtle they are and so constantly they come.

So yeah, men do change.  We all do.  And it’s pretty freaking neat.


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