Scars
In my young years I tried to find ways to cover or disguise
my many scars. As I have grown older I have realized how important my scars are,
they are the merit badges of life’s challenges, some success, but also
failures. The failures, mistakes, injuries incurred which produced these scars
are the best stories of life. That includes scars not just to me, but also
inanimate objects such houses I lived in, cars I have owned, etc. When I look
at nicks in a wall; dog scratches on a window sill or a door; bumps and
scratches on the side of a car; the mars on my skin and distortions to my
joints, they all remind me of stories that have made me who I am.
I feel sorry for those who have lived their life in a
bubble, protecting themselves from activities that might produce a scar. I now
believe those who have incurred the most scars are probably those who pushed themselves
the hardest and furthest; these are the people who have the best stories.
Living a life that produces scars, is living a life that challenging oneself. Doing
things that are not the easiest, having a lot of great experiences, are also
the mistakes that produce the most learning.
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