Wednesday, 9 October 2013

"All was as cold as any stone..."

I used to think of myself as the surface of a block of marble: as if I was dragged towards the outside limit of myself and became my surface by the opinion of others. I was mistaken. I am also the figure within the marble but I am free to be in any part of my interior. I see this thanks to the presence of Parkinson’s in my life. It has chipped away at the exterior of the marble and revealed parts of me I never knew existed (e.g. courage, even greater stubbornness and a fighting spirit). As in sculpture, taking away something can also be a means to add something.

The tragedy of Parkinson’s is it doesn’t stop chipping the marble away…

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