Many of us are remarkably adept at ordering our bodies around as if they were separate from us. Work now! Stay up late! Sleep now! Wake up now! C’mon body, don’t be a slacker!
The philospher Alan Watts once said:
I’ve always been tremendously interested by what people mean by the word “I,” because it comes out in curious lapses of speech. We don’t say, “I am a body.” We say, “I have a body.” And sometimes we don’t seem to identify ourselves with all of ourselves. We say, “My feet, my hands, my teeth,” as if they were something somehow outside me. As far as I can make out, most people feel that they are something or other about half way between the ears and a little way behind the eyes, inside the head. That is what you call the “ego.” That is not what you are at all, because it gives you the idea that you are a chauffeur inside your own body. As if your body were an automobile and you are the chauffeur principle in it. But you feel caught in a trap because your body is kind of a mess. It gets sick, tired, hurts, and eventually wears out and dies. And you feel caught in the thing, cause you feel different from it.
Why do we feel so different from our bodies? We think ourselves out of our bodies and forget that we actually live in them. We have constraints in the modern world that make it challenging for us to live fully in our bodies. I get that. But we’ve got to still try to make some time, even five minutes a day, to live embodied lives. More