your body was never supposed to be the proof. | musing no. 122
what men lose when strength disappears — and why no one taught you to see it coming.
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nobody warns you.
about forty.
they warn you about heartbreak.
about betrayal.
about loss.
nobody warns you
about losing something
to yourself.
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you didn’t choose this.
nobody sat you down as a boy
and asked if you agreed
to be measured this way.
it just happened.
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women have said this for years.
about beauty.
about aging.
about never consenting
to being graded
on a body
they didn’t design.
they were right.
men have a version of it too.
ours wasn’t beauty.
ours was capacity.
how much you could carry.
how long you could go.
how hard you could get hit
and still stand up.
different currency.
same debt.
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and here’s the part
that doesn’t get said enough.
when you’re capable,
you don’t feel
the weight of the scoreboard.
it just feels like living.
it’s only when
the capacity starts to go
that you realize
how much of you
was built on top of it.
not preference.
not a hobby.
identity.
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so when the body starts changing —
slower recovery.
shorter patience.
a night that used to cost you nothing
now costing you
the whole next day.
it doesn’t feel like aging.
it feels like watching
a part of yourself
die
while you’re still standing
in the room.
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and you can’t say that
out loud.
not to another man.
men will talk about betrayal.
about divorce.
about money.
about almost anything
before they’ll admit
that their body
letting them down
feels like losing
an argument
about who they are.
because to say it —
to actually say,
“i don’t recognize
my own capacity anymore.”
requires laying down
the very armor
that taught you
you belonged.
no man has been trained
to survive that
in front of another man.
so it goes unsaid.
carried alone.
mistaken
for just getting older.
it’s grief.
nobody calls it that.
so it becomes
something else.
this is where most men either spiral, or start over.
the difference isn’t strength. it’s what happens next.
here’s the strange part.
you keep waiting
for the old engine
to come back.
it doesn’t.
something else
arrives instead.
quieter.
less interested
in proving anything.
you stop filling your hours
just to feel busy.
you stop treating
your body
like a machine
you rented.
you start treating it
like a home
you’ll have to live in
for whatever comes next.
not because
you got soft.
because eventually
the pretending
costs more energy
than the truth.
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and one day
it hits you.
the scoreboard
was real.
it just wasn’t measuring
the thing
you thought it was.
i spent years
thinking
i was grieving
the body.
i wasn’t.
i was grieving
the conversation
i’d been having
with myself
since i was a boy.
the one that said
you are only
as valuable
as what you can carry.
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forty
didn’t start
the argument.
it just became
the first time
my body
answered back.
— author
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