Many times I have wished my head would fall off my shoulders, or at least be able to take it off and put it on every time I have needed to relieve the pressure and feeling of excessive weight caused by the cervical rectification and osteoarthritis I suffer from....and I have not yet turned 50, what will become of me??? 馃槵
I have been dealing with this situation as best I can for years now, but sometimes it gets hard to deal with it. So I think I would be able to live for a few hours without my head, I would feel relieved,light...like in the old days 馃槈.
On second thought it wouldn't be just for the relief. Sometimes it is necessary to dispense with reasoning, to put obstacles, to analyze and reanalyze the circumstances, the situations, to let oneself be carried more by instincts without any analysis and thought. To put aside fears, taboos, pre-established behaviors, simply... to lose one's head...literally馃ぃ.
I said I could live without my head, but what if my head could also live without my body??
My head would roam free, it would sail or fly to distant lands. It would get to know foreign cultures, customs and realities. It would be nourished by the wisdom of other peoples and would return rich. Would bring me new ways of thinking, new experiences, memories, sounds, landscapes, languages, other points of view and many other things. It contribution would be invaluable.
Placed on my shoulders again, we would make a perfect duo, each with their new contributions. Ready to keep on facing life, letting my head "roll"...whenever I need to 馃槈.
Text by me. Image taken by my husband and edited in Photoshop. I use DeepL for translation because my English is very bad 馃き.