Sickness Is The Cure For Sadness

I've been sick for the last few days. Hence the lack of frequency in my post between this article and my last. So I thought about writing about that before I spit out any more blasphemously true words. Obviously, I don't encourage anyone to fall ill, and nor do I wish that for anyone. However, being sick has its own set of pros that are less talked about. As the perception of the world changes for those handful of days, months, or years, we enter a new realm of social connections. Take a look back at your own past and tell me honestly, have you never turned evil while being sick? Never took advantage of the fact that you are less than capable of normal motor functions at the moment to let someone else get you a cup of water? Never skipped an extra day at work when you know you could have definitely put in some effort if not all? 

I believe sickness brings out a version of ourselves that removes the wall of shyness that we have which stops us from asking what we really want from one another. Intentions may be pure, it's the method and situation that makes it evil. Like offering candy to a newly-born baby while it's still in the operating room. It's the fact that your brain knows you can get away with your behavior because you're just ill. But some part of you deep down knows. It knows that you truly wanted something and that distorted reality you were in helped you reach for it. It could be something as small as calling someone back right after their call ended, it could be the inner temptation to gain more sympathy from the people you care about. Should this be considered a sin? Something one should avoid? It clearly interferes with those who care about you. Too polite to say it, but you know that you stopped whatever they were doing, that they might have thought important, just for your greedy desire of attention-seeking. 

Here's the problem to that solution. You have the choice of making yourself feel like the victim or you can make yourself feel loved. One is sure to experience both, it is just the battle of what do you see yourself as. Would you like to stay in that distorted reality where everything is handed to you but you always feel like the victim? Or would you like to escape it and see how happy it makes those who care about you to see your vulnerable side? You don't have a choice. Because sickness will leave your body one way or another, and when it does, the realization of how loved you are will instantly cure that sadness. At least, that's how I want to look at it.