Ache

In response to a dear friend’s thoughts..."Ache"
I like to think, or try at least, that there is purpose for the ache. You know the whole...that which does not kill us, blah, blah....And, whereas right now in my life I have no reason to ache, throb, burn, etc...I have to admit that I do in certain (many) situations or moods (whenever a memory or emotion strikes). I could say that the ache is to serve as a contrast to the warm fuzzies and only heighten the love I am surrounded with. But, most of the time I think that's just bull shit. I am one, too, who fills my time with "activity" so that I can't have time to reflect. (Hello, I did my masters in less than 2 years!). I feel with ya there sista!

Nonetheless, I feel like sometimes the ache stems from this giant hole somewhere around my sternum that is so obvious to those around me. Like in cartoons when the coyote is hit with a canon ball and it leaves a hole the size of the ball that you can see through--that kind of obvious. Over the years the hole has become smaller...and smaller...and now is more of a phantom pain I think. My hole and I have become friends and when it does appear it's kind of like "Hi! Where have you been? I missed you...don't go away again." Sadistic? Yes. My ache and I have a long standing, tumultuous love affair.