Metabolism

Well, tomorrow's election day. In the midst of such a significant political event, I thought I'd blog on something superficial. Well, comparatively superficial. I believe it's pertinent to many people, and pervasive in my own life. But, I'd say it ultimately pales in comparison to the election's significance.

One of the things I've struggled with my whole life is my physical appearance. I'm not comfortable with the way my body looks, and I never have been. It's not like I'm a lazy person and don't ever exercise. I take care of my body, and I play basketball as often as I can. However, I can't change the body type that I have. Whenever I take my shirt off, I'm embarrassed. God gave me a certain metabolism, and that's unchangeable. I can't alter my body to the ideal body image that many of us hold, and that's a hard thing for me to accept. What is the point of writing this? To remind myself that I need to put my faith in God. I do such a terrible job of applying everyday realities to my faith. However, there's no dichotomy between religious and secular things in my life. Everything I do should be influenced by my walk with God, and that's hard for me. Whenever I fret over how my body looks, I am living in the world. I need to let go of my superfluous worries, and just live my life. God made me in a certain way, and why should I question Him? Not that I should be given to complacency, but that I should not waste away worrying over what intrinsic body type I have. It's still hard for me to accept that certain people are blessed with an amazing metabolism, and it may be simply impossible for me to ever attain their state of being. However, that's such a worldly point of view for me to take, as I'm concentrating too much on something that is vain and ultimately insignificant. This is one of my most real struggles in life, and I pray that God may help me to let go of this. I hope that I can find a wife who accepts me for who I am, and that we can both move beyond shallow measurements of beauty. I want to enjoy my wife for the beauty of who she is, and I hope that she returns that sentiment. This may have digressed slightly, but it is all linked to my image of myself. All this to return to the simple idea: I am unhappy with my physical appearance. I hope for peace, that I may realize the utter irrelevance of this in the big picture.


"Sic transit gloria mundi."

Translated from Latin, "Thus passes the glory of the world."



...it is all fleeting and inconsequential in the end.