Pain is a constant companion throughout life. It is something we can get used to if it is frequent enough, but rarely something we enjoy. I have noticed the older a person gets, the more they complain about the pain, as though tolerance for it erodes with age. Maybe it's because pain comes more readily with years, or maybe it's because pain serves such a good use, to remind us all that we are, over time, falling apart. Hurtling, moment by moment, towards an inevitable death.
