I've experienced varying levels and degrees of pain in my life both physical and mental. I can't imagine surviving through them all without my sense-of-humor. When I think about my painful; and yet so positively life altering moments, they become entities of their own. I take ownership of them. They are familiar; and dare I say friends or foes, they are what have made me who I am today. And so, I embrace "them" all with a sense of joy and delight as "partners in pain" that make me laugh and chuckle and amuse me when I reflect back on those painful experiences that have molded me into the woman I am today. How could I look at those moments, minutes, hours, days, years of pain or sorrow and wish them away? No, I have now partnered with my pain... amused by the peace through reflection of myself that I have discovered in and through the times of grief through loss of dreams, futures and hopes.
I had to write a promo of sorts for a college play being conducted at the school I was attending. For the life of me I can't remember the play, but I "think", I use the term loosely when referring to my memory these days, the title had the word "egg" in it. Odd, huh? Maybe someone will help me out and know what the heck I'm "thinking". Anyway, the point being, I described the "egg" play as "A Grim Humor, Born of Despair". So often, we need humor to cope with, handle, get over, and mostly laugh at life's debacles, mishaps, misfortunes, and hard times. I know now, and I need humor in order to partner with my pain even in the midst of the struggle.
