Now that I'm older, I view soul aches like arthritis. They're kinda there, except on good days when they're 'not.' Some DO fade away. I envision surrendering them to a stormy sky, forming into a rainbow - I always ask myself, what can I learn from this sh-t? - then dissipating. Ideally.

Patience. Trust. Surrender. Hardest life lessons, I'm convinced. Thank God for poetry