Its best to enlarge the images in our minds, whether good or bad.

Some time in 2019, I got sick after watching a movie.

It was a tale about a seventeen year old girl, Stella, who had a genetic disorder; a disorder that affects some vital organs of the human body, especially the lungs, resulting in frequent lung infection. It is a condition that can only be managed, as there is no cure for it. In certain situations, lung transplantation may be an option.

As a result, there was little more to Stella’s life other than prolonged stays at hospitals, a set of routines and some—if you really want to stay alive—restrictions.

As I watched, I imagined being Stella—being sick all the time and sometimes being terribly sick. I just wanted to understand the life she had. But I think my imagination went too far, because before the end of the movie, a slight fever had set in. I’d become sick.

Why?

Hell, no! I was not sick. The truth is: my body was only helping my mind to make my thoughts real. And when I forcefully dragged myself out of that imaginary world, the fever gradually started to fade.

Now, here’s the reason I’m sharing this: I think the human body, even when you don’t want it to, tries its best to enlarge the images in our minds, whether good or bad.

So, when next you’re tempted to think of yourself as unworthy, not good enough, or not too pretty or handsome, remember that the rest of your being will find a way to make it real—and, of course, without your permission.