Because reason says I should have died three years ago

I am told that it is nothing short of a miracle I am alive, be it by the circumstances of life or be it by my own hand. I am told that many other people in my shoes would be homeless, would be drug addicts, would be drunkards. That I shouldn’t be alive due to medicine mixups, ailments, and various things I have.

At the same time, I’ve been told that if I just had more faith I would be healed. If I just believed I could overcome, things would be better. The truth is, I’ve accepted things to be the way they are. It doesn’t mean I don’t channel my energy in recovery. What it does mean is like in the serenity prayer, I accept the things I cannot change and must have the courage to change the things I can.

Oh look, I can climb the twisty thing!

Just because I’ve accepted my disabilities, I feel, doesn’t mean that I’ve let them pull me down. I’ve really beaten incredible odds. I’ve overcome so much. I still have much to overcome. I know that due to genetics my general health will continue to demolish itself. I know that if I try to push myself, believing if I just do a little better I can overcome, I will wind up making things a bazillion times worse. To focus on what I cannot do would be foolish. I can play on playgrounds, I can wade in the water. I can take walks. I can so much! Why pull myself down by  bashing myself?

I can play in the water!

I can’t control what my father did in the past and I can’t deny the impact it has with me today. I can control how I choose to act on the result. I can’t control the fact that I’m disabled for likely life, but I can choose to accept it and make the best of my life, no matter how long or short it is. The important thing is that I keep on keeping on, and instead, continue to defy odds. Continue to shoot down the ones who say I can’t make it. You know what? I may not make it in the traditional sense. But it doesn’t mean I have to give up hope, that I have to quit at life. Instead, it fuels me to go forward, propels me to keep swimming (even though, well, I can’t swim) and gives me a reason to survive.

And if you care to find me, look towards the western sky
As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly
And if I’m flying solo, at least I’m flying free
To those who ground me take a message back from me!
Tell them how I’m defying gravity, I’m flying high, defying gravity…
Wicked – “Defying Gravity.”

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