Last week I got sick. It came on quickly and devistated me for a day, which was not bad. Several weeks ago I shoveled some heavy snow and tweaked my back. Shards of pain accompanied my movement for about two and a half weeks.
Pain gives me the opportunity to wake me up to how fragile my life really is. I can believe that I am self sufficient. Being sick or hurt I experience my limitations and allows my perception to change. My existence starts revolving around my pain and attempts to avoid more pain. Life takes on whole new dimensions and I get a peek at how frail I really am.
I speak only of the pain that comes and goes. Those who live in real pain on a daily basis, could speak volumes more about living with the limits of frailty, and how pain has forged new perspectives.
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