Scar Tissue

 

You aren't sure how it happened.  You aren't sure where it happened. But, nevertheless, it indeed happened. 

The pain was real.  And in the moment, in the actual heat of the moment, you couldn't fathom how long you could endure. 

But then, without warning, and seemingly without origin, the pain lessened. The clouds moved away and the sun, indeed, did come up again. 

Minutes turn into hours and hours turn into days and before you know it, the wound is healed.  Except one thing lingered; a scar. A simple, yet complex reminder of what was and what you had to do to get to what will be. 

A scar is not a defect.  A scar is not a blemish.  A scar is a beautiful symbol of endurance, strength, of challenges, won and lost from days gone by.  It's the outward-facing reminder of what is inside of us. It's what allows us to remember the past, not live in it and it propels us forward. 

Don't look down on your scars. Don't cover up your scars. Celebrate them and take pride in the healing that you have created. 

Sometimes they do fade, sometimes not. 

All good either way.