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ISN'T it sad how we take our bodies for granted?

I believe that people nowadays work too hard; to a point where their bodies collapse.

I have been asking friends and family what their big plans for the Christmas holidays are.

Most people say all they want to do is sleep.

I agree; I have sleep fantasies too. I have a simple dream that I could fall asleep when I want to and get up when I want to. And if it doesn't suit me to get up at all that day, I could go back to bed.

I do not consider myself a lazy person. I think most people work very, very hard throughout the year. And during this self imposed slavery, the one who suffers the most is your body.

There is an unnatural sense of pride when we work beyond our limits, when we compare how little time we slept that night, and even that we worked so hard on days we felt terrible.

Nevertheless, we pat ourselves on the back and tell ourselves we are almost there. That goal, if we try and push ourselves that little bit harder, is almost with in our reach. Everything in our life suffers: We lose contact with our friends and our families become strangers to us. But mostly we forget about ourselves, particularly our bodies.

Our bodies become a mere vehicle to carry around our faces and our brains. The only other parts of our bodies we need to make sure are in good working order are our hands.

Brains, face, hands. How limited is that? We become so disappointed in ourselves when our body decides to start a revolution against us.

We often get sick when we can least afford to. We get sick just when we have mastered the art of double shifts and sleepless nights. The gift of juggling life, work and any emotional turmoil is thrown out the window.

Our bodies just cannot take the load any longer ? and that is when we get sick. I am amazed at people who become angry with themselves when their bodies make that move to just slow down.

Perhaps we should learn to be grateful to our bodies for making this decision when it is obvious we don't have the courage to say "no more".

Someone told me when we have no more breath, we have nothing. As long as we have breath, we still have the chance to make a choice to be kind to ourselves and take a break.

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