My life could be mapped out by the scars that I have: the one on my thumb from an operation at 18 months old, the one on my palm when my skateboard found a stone and stopped and I found another and didn’t, or the time where my hand went through a glass door and those are just one hand. Chickenpox, shingles, barbed wire, my brother’s mischiefs, bike-riding, cyst removal, mole removal and my first ante-natal stretch mark – some of the events in my life that all left their scar. But a scar is a reminder that a trauma happened, and although the body may have needed help, antibiotics, stitches etc, it took its time and healed itself, as best as it could. So although I may have scars they don’t define me and my life is so much more than a map of scars, as scars may be ugly at first but over time they can fade and be forgotten. I am me, despite my scars, and only sometimes because of them.
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2 comments:
Hi jewel,
Thank you for this thought provoking analogy. Indeed the 'scars' do not define what makes you what you are.
Scars within, scars without, reminders of what has happened and where we want to be in our progress towards a more positive life.
Thank you for your comment on my latest blog.
Warm, empathetic blessings to you.
"a jewel shining through":
This is very helpful to me as I find my way, and I am already walking toward another resource for peace and a positive life.
I like the photo and what a wonderful post!
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