It's no secret that pain is a part of my life. I suffer. I guess it's my thing? I mean, I may as well claim it. It's claimed me. My health problems have done all but kill me these last 9 years.. so how do I keep the smile on my face? Well, I'm not sure. Sometimes there isn't a smile. But the important thing is that sometimes there is, and I have to stay grateful for that. If nothing else I delve deep into my childhood psyche and talk about bodily functions. In my house there is never a shortage of kids willing to talk about boogers or something. That is a boon for me. Nothing like a good green joke. But beware. Pretending you have a booger on your finger before you touch your daughter's hair- FAIL. The little drama queen will never let you live it down.
Music keeps me smiling. It also keeps me young. Just when I think I've had all the pain I can handle I switch on something old (or something new) and my spirit is once again whole. I like to first listen to something old (makes me feel young again) and then something new (makes me feel cool.) Throw a new outfit on top of that and it seriously brings me back from the brink.
If all else fails the next logical step is sex or chocolate. Either one. They are both good. I have never tried them together yet. I am saving that for something really big. Pretty sure they could walk up to my casket and offer me sex and chocolate and I would stand up and say "of course!"
And, if you can't please the body, nurture the soul. Pray. Here is what I've learned... whining to God about how crappy your life is....ineffective. Praying for those who are also suffering, those wrongfully imprisoned, those starving, abused children, victims, the lonely- EFFECTIVE. God already knows what you need. He has no use for words. He knows your hurting (sometimes more emotionally than physically.) Stop to let him know you care about others. It's love. It's healing. Let your very human spirit bring you healing. We all know our body is going to eventually give in and give out, but don't let pain take your soul with it.
A soul for a soul you say? Sounds noble and maybe too rare to today's crowd. I mean their is no end to the willingness to inflict pain on someone, even oneself. Pain different from yours in the fact though damaging maybe even to every facet of life's glorious globe, all contained by the brain case of something we can't understand and never will. All I ever knew can only grow so much before sub-coming to the dust of a distant memory.Pain is soulless.
ReplyDelete@Nineblind- While true, pain has no soul, it likes to eat them. Don't let it get yours, no matter how tired you get, friend.
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