Colds and Mortality

  I am well aware of the fact I am a human being. I need food, sleep and climate control just like everybody else. I am young, however, and that often leads me to believe I am invincible.

  Then I catch a cold. Colds are miserable. You spend at least one full day in your pajamas shuffling around with a over-used tissue, coughing into your sleeve, and ingesting an insane amount of vitamin C. The worse thing about a cold is the fact you know in a few days you will be feeling good again, but a few days away is not today.

  The woes of coping with a cold reminds me of my humanity. I am living in a imperfect, mortal body. I am not invincible, my body runs as well as it does because I am in the hands of the Almighty Creator. The shell my soul is living in will crumble one day, and there's nothing I or anyone else can do about it. Everyday I need to remember this world is not where I belong, I am not home yet. I never will be until my body dies and I leave behind my mortality to go and meet my Maker.