They call the hole left by the passage of a bullet through the body a permanent cavity.

But it's not pain.
It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't.
It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you.
It's being touched by hands that aren't your own.
It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't.
It's the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time.
It's helping a friend find something they lost.
It's a smile, a joke, a song.
It's what someone does that they like doing.
It's what someone does that they like remembering.
It's the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought.
It's the road ahead and the road behind.
It's the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up The Good Life.