There is No Source of the Pain
There is no source of the pain.
It permeates. Seeping in. Into everything.
It’s the toothache.
It’s the ingrown toenail.
It’s the red light and the near-empty gas tank.
It’s the non-stop emails or the next few meetings.
It’s the sound of the furnace or the neighbor’s lawnmower.
It’s the regret and the potential.
It’s the mistakes made raising the kids.
It’s the fragileness of life.