Aches and pains are the continuous province of middle age. That’s a nice way of saying that your getting old and you’re falling apart. If you have ever seen an ancient marble statue from yesteryear, especially the variety that has been subject to the vagaries of the weather and the occasional mishandling by the public in general, you will have a pretty fair visualization of the process. Small maladies that generally clear up almost as fast as they appear in youth come with bags packed and ready to stay in later years. You never quite know what the hell it is that causes that chronic ache that has no particular association with any specifically recoverable event from the file cards of memory. It just appears and now you have to deal with it. Consider it a greeting card announcing the approach of your friend the Grim Reaper. Depending upon the severity and persistence of the malady your invitation to dine with Don Juan’s least favorite statue is telling you that you may being doing something ‘wrong’ that most of your life seemed oh so right.
“It’s about change Charlie!”
In a triangle happy society where, oh so many, logos foretell of ascent and descent as a natural principle of the universe, you can as a human being count as readily upon a process of degeneration as surely as you initially experienced its opposite number from that initial point of birth. How odd that in many ways humans congeal in their mother’s oyster like pearls and then slowly devolve and rot away in slow motion. After a certain point, the mirror is no longer your friend so much as an instrument to chronicle your demise. Liver spots, joint pains, a growing inelasticity of the skin, disintegrating posture and the the loss of muscle mass. “Is it just that you have gotten lazy and complacent?”, you ask yourself. Or is it something more celestial that despite your best effort to keep your fingers in the failing dyke of your diminishing physicality that comes at the end of every action’s reaction. A lethargic inertia busting ‘period’ dropped down from the heavens to mark the end of the definition of your life’s earthly existence? Time to answer the most asked question in history.
“Where do I go from here?”