Adonis Diaries

Ode to faithful older organs

My older heart, liver, kidneys…older brain.., cooler blood, slower nerves are still functional, but Not making it easier on me to enjoy life.

You older guys are Not dumb, by any stretch of the imagination: You are my emotional intelligence.

Many emotions I have yet to discover, emotions that I still fail to grasp and make sense of. Emotions that I try hard to develop and share, but No taker for any kind of encouragement

You guys are the most talented and professional of hard workers, and yet you continuously communicate, coordinate, and share your conditions among the entire team of professionals

If under the weather, the team knows and share your plight.

One for all, and all for one in its best behavior, and Not needing to swear on any oth, Not that I am consciously aware of or discussed your wishes and demands with you.

You guys have Not been giving me hell for a long period: No pains, no allergies, no side effects, no need for medication…

Still, you guys are forcing to question myself: “What’s wrong with me? How you managed to survive for so long? For what purpose?”

You guys love your tedious and consistent jobs, and are Not willing to stop on my order.

Don’t count on me to give you any hint that your retirement might be sooner than expected.

Many years ago, I learned never to promise anything to anyone, and I stuck with this decision. Those exploiters of your candid spirit.

I don’t recall asking consciously of you guys to promise me anything. And you never demanded any promises from my part, Not consciously.

You guys did doggedly what you do best and consistently, total loyalty from totally skilled professionals, to a totally mindless creature.

I think I have taken good care of you guys lately, except the lungs: Still a smoker, for reasons that makes no sense, so far.

You guys have been doing a great job, a well done job.

You guys got used to slave for a stupid creature like me, a person who kept refusing to thank you for your tireless toil, and blaming you for my reckless behaviors in my youth, for your failures.

You allowed me to survive for so long, against all odds, and I still can’t figure out how should I share your mysterious working with others.

Never mind, all you guys need is a simple gratitude to consciously care for you and let your work diligently and delaying your retirement.