The Eighth Day - Ep 2 - How does it feel?

How does it feel, how does it feel?

This is the chorus line of the song like a rolling stone by the great Bob Dylan. I'm going to try and answer it. I apologize if I come off as being vain in assuming this was asked about me. It has been, just not by Mr Dylan himself.

Most of us are blessed with our five senses of sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. Now if you were given a choice to be deprived of any one of them, for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? I speak for myself when I say, it's not a choice I could ever make. And luckily for me I didn't have to. My sense of touch, my ability to feel like everyone else has become a thing of the past. Along with my motor function. This was an added, absolutely free of charge.

It probably took place in a fraction of a second. I entered a car it happened to crash. But I can still say that my exit from that very car was a lot more dignified than my entry into it was. And I honestly do not feel deprived. Sure, it left me paralyzed below the neck. But that's it, that is the only negative that came of it .

My journey in the last 10 years has not been without assistance. Although this is an understatement I say it with joy. Everyday is a task but this is true of every single person. My challenges are just more in number. And it's fine because I treat them with love.

Life can guarantee you with only one thing and that is death. Everything in between life and death is what we find for ourselves. It is not promised to us by birth. The way I see it, I have one thing less to lose, when compared to most others.

I may not have answered the question properly but this is truly... How I feel.

- L

Picture credit: Nishchita Verghese

Picture credit: Nishchita Verghese