Scars are part of
living. We all have them.
We don’t get scared
because we’re reckless or stupid but because we dare to open ourselves up to life’s
experiences.
Some people hide
their scars in pretence. They get so deeply consumed in convincing everyone
that they’re flawless by trying too hard and working too hard. In turn they
lose the very essence of who they are and fail to attract and maintain what is
genuine into their lives. They create hollow spaces within themselves that can’t
hold what is true.
Some people willow in
the pain of their fall and fail to realise even when that pain is gone. They
remain wounded in their minds and fear pain forever; losing sight of what waits
beyond the hurt.
Yet scars can be beautiful.
My favourite scars
are the ones that tell stories of boldness and adventure. These stories bear
folds of wisdom that can be shared with those who haven’t walked the same path.
They help us realise just how far we’ve
come and how much we’ve grown. They help us laugh at our mishaps and forgive
ourselves and others. When we tell our stories, we flaunt our scars as stamps
of victory.
