I've got this cut on my arm...(OK, let's be honest, more like my finger. Make that my pinky finger.) It's distracting, annoying, and sometimes hurtful.
It's been there for a while and I've tried to fix it but my remedies aren't working. I probably shouldn't have gotten the cut in the first place...I didn't really want to, at the time. But I sort of felt like I had no choice, and so I made a decision and I've been forced to live with it ever since.
Other cuts have come and gone. And sure, a few were hard to heal. One left a scar.
I'm just staring at this cut. Books don't make it better (and how could they, really?). I certainly don't make it better. I've tried...and sometimes it even seems like I've made progress. Like my pinky is feeling better and my whole body is functioning like it should. But then, something slips and there it is again - bleeding, mocking me! I've put a flesh-colored band-aid on it...hoping it will kind of blend in and...HEAL! But I peek under the band-aid and nothing has happened. Nothing has changed.
My body is ready to try handstands and this damn pinky just can't do it! I talked to other people who had wounds like this and they told me what I already knew. It's time to rip the band-aid off and close the wound for good. Time to stop trying to fix it. Because if I leave it much longer it might get infected and that would screw up my whole body! And I can't choose my pinky over the whole body. The body can survive without the pinky. So, in one week, after one more workout...it's going to be gone.
This is the worst part of being the head.
The end.
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