Yesterday, after I was done praying prostrate on my floor (sometimes, it’s just necessary), I realized something.
I’m old.
I was probably down there for a good 20 minutes. When I was done, every joint I had bent creaked when I tried to get into bed. It’s quite ridiculous, really. As I heaved and ho’d myself into bed, I realized how old I am.
Maybe it’ll get better if I keep doing it.
-j
I'm Jason, and I like to write.
You’re not old yet. You’re an adult. And besides, some things never reach their full potential until they’re a little aged.
“shall the clay say to the potter, ‘why hast Thou made me thus?’”
love ya dude.