i don't remember where i first heard this idea, but i remember that once someone was talking to me about how some cultures view an individual's body as a gift from their ancestors. this idea has stuck with me since then.
all of my ancestors have struggled for survival, have fought and suffered in order to allow me to have this body which i now occupy. a lot has gone into it. all of their pain is within me, and at certain times i can feel it. and whenever i harm my body in any way, it really makes me mad, not because of the pain that i suffered, not because of the effects that i will have to deal with later on, but because this body was given to me in perfect condition (not to say i'm perfect, but everything works as it should) and i have messed it up in some way. so when i hurt accidentally hurt myself, i am mad at myself because i feel that i have let them down in some way that transcends time and death.
i did nothing for this body. it's not mine. it's my ancestors. they worked to make it, and when i have a child i will feel like i have added my little bit to the lineage. and it will be cool, cuz i'll be like "yo! don't smoke cigarettes! those aren't your lungs! their mine! and i don't wanna smoke now!"
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