Quite So

My room is a mess and I felt the urge to clean it because the sight is not conducive to learning anymore. As if I'm studying. Part of cleaning up is replacing the busted light bulb in my ceiling. Being vertically-challenged, I needed the support of a stool to reach it. Since dad's an interior designer, the lighting fixture in my ceiling was no simple socket, it had an outer layer glass bowl that covers it. There's an extra effort needed in detaching the glass before you could actually remove the bulb. Using the screwdriver I loosened the screw while holding the glass bowl so it won't fall. So imagine working with your two hands concentrating on twitching the screw while sweating over the thought that releasing the other hand will shatter the glass. What made the process an ordeal is gravity's adding up to the weight. Basically, it would be more of a comfort if it was upside down but that's not how it works. Gravity played the role of a resident bitch while I'm doing it, an unseen force pushing me.

Initially, out of this rather trivial home repair, a thought to ponder surfaced.

That gravity's the arbiter in the struggle. Had it been easy, there's no sense of fulfillment. No value, no realization. Physically, gravity is a framework structured as such to maintain balance. It's like a numeric precision assigned for things to function at the same time it acts as an adversary to outdo, something to go against.

Michaelangelo Buonarotti was commissioned to paint the Sistine Chapel's ceiling.

On his own, upside down. He finished it in his early 80's. One of the most revered artworks of all time. He did it. An actual testament to the infringement of gravity.