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Even when your sky’s are grey you can still find beauty on these dark days

Health is an Art

A lot of younger people have no idea what aging actually looks and feels like, and the reasons behind it. That ignorance is so dangerous. If you don’t want to “be old,” you aren’t talking about a number of years. I have patients in their late 80s who could still handily beat me in a race—one couple still runs marathons together, in their late 80s—and I lost someone who was in her early 60s to COPD last year. What you want is not youth, it is health.

If you want to still be able to enjoy doing things in your 60s and 70s and 80s and even 90s, what you want to do, right now, is quit smoking, get some activity on a regular basis (a couple of walks a week is WAY better for you than nothing; increasing from 1 hour a day of cardio to 1.5 will buy you very little), and eat some plants. That’s it. No magic to it. No secret weird tricks. Don’t poison yourself, move around so your body doesn’t forget how, and eat plants.

If you have trouble moving around now because of mobility limitations, bad news: you still need to move around, not because it’s immoral not to, but because that’s still the best advice we have. I highly recommend looking up the Sit and Be Fit series; it is freely available and has exercises that can be done in a chair, which are suitable for people with limited mobility or poor balance. POTS sufferers, I’m looking at you.

If you have trouble eating plants because of dietary issues (they cause gas, etc.) or just because they’re bitter (super taster with texture issues here!), bad news. You still want to find a way to get some plants into your body on a regular basis. I know. It sucks. The only way I can do it is restaurants—they can make salads taste like food. I can also tolerate some bagged salads. On bad weeks, the OCD with contamination focus gets so bad I just can’t. However, canned beans always seem “safe,” and they taste a bit like candy, so they’re a good fallback.

If you smoke and you have tried quitting a million times and you’re just not ready to, bad news. You still need to quit. Your body needs you to try and keep trying. Your brain needs it, too. Damaging small blood vessels racks up cumulative damage over time that your body can start trying to reverse as soon as you quit. I know it’s insanely, absurdly addictive. You still need to.

You cannot rules lawyer your way past your body’s basic needs. It needs food, sleep, activity, and the absence of poison. Those are both small things and big asks. You cannot sustain a routine based on punishment, so don’t punish your body. Find ways to include these things that are enjoyable and rewarding instead. Experiment. There is no reason not to experiment—you don’t have to know instantly what’s going to work for you and what won’t, you just need to be willing to try things and make changes when things aren’t working for you.

You will still age. Your body will stop making collagen and elastin. Tissues you can see and tissues you can’t see will both sag. Cushioning tissues under your skin will get thinner. You’ll bruise more easily. Skin will tear more easily. Accumulated sun damage will start to show more and more. Joints will begin to show arthritis. Tendons and ligaments will get weaker and get injured more easily, as will muscles. Bones will lose mass and get easier to break. You’ll get tired more easily.

But you know what makes the difference between being dead, or as good as, in your 60s vs your 90s? Activity, plants, and quitting smoking. And don’t do meth. Saw a 58-year-old guy this week who is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t quit whatever stimulant he’s on. I pretended to believe it was just the cigarettes, and maybe it is, but meth and cocaine will kill you quicker. Stop poisoning yourself.

Baby steps; take it one step at a time; you don’t need to have everything figured out right now. But you do need to be working on figuring things out.

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if you’re a new tumblr user from tiktok or IG or something and only like posts and dont reblog them yeah people will think you’re a bot and block you but you will also make this website actively worse. they want “algorithmic” users like you, served recommended posts through likes, not people who just follow each other and respond to the direct chronological feed. there is a reason this website is still better than the rest, even with all its problems, do not ruin this

(Art by the talented euclase).

Once, long ago, Anael said that humans understand many things, but they do not truly understand war.

Castiel has bled upon thousands of battlefields, because there was not just one battle to force Lucifer back into the cage. Day after day, he would clash blades with the twisted forms of angels and humans which once were whole. And, at the end of those seemingly endless days, he would help carry the broken bodies of their dead to where they would be laid to rest.

(His genocide of the angels, under the name of a new God, did not even come close to the body count of those battles. He would sit among the bodies of thousands, the ashes of their wings left to disintegrate in the vast corners of Hell. And he would feel nothing.)

It is not in the days of peace when brotherhood is formed. Brotherhood is born in fire and blades and blood. Brotherhood is born in loss, in the mutual, terrible decisions one must make. 

Castiel fought beside Anael, Uriel, and Balthazar, thousands of years on end. The words they spoke eventually faded from his mind - everything does, especially in times like those. But he remembers those moments clearer than anything, those moments when their fates were tangled.

Anael. The moment when the flames of Hell had risen, burning half of his feathers to crisps. He’d fallen, hard, his armor dented, his eyes unseeing. He was sure he was going to die, until her arms had wrapped around him, and they were together, one, brother and sister under the eyes of all who understand. 

(He didn’t see her die. He knows, with her blood on his hands, that he should have.)

He and Uriel, fighting side by side, their blades one. Uriel’s wings had been beautiful. Golden, like the sun. The war had hardened him, just like it hardened everyone.

According to Heaven, the replacement of laughter for pain was a price that must be paid. For the greater good. 

(Anael had stabbed Uriel, for him. Uriel had made his choice. Staring down at his body, Castiel had thought that the price that Heaven had asked was much too high.)

Balthazar had thrown himself upon a blade for Castiel. Castiel remembers this, clear as day. The day after Lucifer had been forced back into his cage, Balthazar had left Heaven. And Castiel had let him.

(Castiel’s blade had slid into Balthazar’s back easy as anything. Castiel had felt Balthazar’s Grace slip away, and didn’t think twice about the decision at the time. Now, it’s on a list of regrets which extends for miles, regrets forged in good intentions.)

Humans have war. But it does not last as long, and nowhere near as bitter. Demons and angels, two sides of the same coin, would fight and kill forever, in the name of a greater purpose. Humans cannot understand wars in the ways that angels fight them. 

(“We’re expected to kill,” Anael had said. “We’re expected to kill, and then we’re expected to feel nothing.”)

He does not feel nothing. 

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