Those little remnants of the times you wish you weren't so clumsy.
Or maybe you are proud of them.
Whatever the case, we've all got em.
Those little things called scars.
When you're little, getting scars isn't the funnest of businesses.
It requires pain.
Tears.
And often times, weeks of picking scabs.
Yup.
The art of scarring.
Isn't it beautiful?
Some we get while falling off a bike.
Some we get while tripping over an object.
Some we get by running into that glass coffee table.
And some we get by falling off of treadmills.
Yes.
That would be me.
And I will forever owe the slowly fading scars on my shins to this wonderful, and did I mention proud, moment in my life.
But that story is for another day....
Regardless of how we got them, scars remind us of some moment in our lives.
This moment might be small and meaningless.
Or it could be a giant moment in your life that you will never ever forget.
Or it could just be a moment of stupidity on your part and you would just like to forget about it...
Whatever the moment may be that the scar does such a great job reminding you of,
you still remember it for what sort of worth it may have.
For some, scars just provide a good story to share around the table.
Like "Well I was totally busting down a hill on my skateboard, about to attempt one of the greatest tricks of all time when...."
Or "And then I was about to cut that last piece of wood with that axe when..."
I mean the possibilities are endless.
But regardless of how you got the scar,
it could not have been possible without some sort of event.
It's just science.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
If you decide to ride down that 60 foot hill without hitting the brakes,
chances are, you are probably going to crash.
And crashes usually end in all kinds of scarring...
So there it is.
The art of scarring.
You perform some kind of action.
That action ends in a nasty scrape up.
And that scrape turns into a scar.
Especially if you pick at it...
But the one thing that most people do when they get hurt
is put a bandage on it.
Some kind of band aid or gauze or SOMETHING.
I mean it's supposed to help it heal right?
If we bandage a cut, then its supposed to help it heal right?
So why do so many of those cuts end up in scars....
I ask all of these questions and continue ranting about cuts and scars and gnarly wipe outs because I just want to say that all scars aren't physical.
Sure, they may be the only ones that the world can see,
but how many of us are scarred emotionally or socially or mentally?
The world can be a nasty place.
And sometimes you do get hurt.
But this time, on the inside.
Especially when you are young, people can say things to you or do things to you that you will never forget.
Even if it is something stupid like calling you four eyes or saying you have really scrawny legs or your jump shot sucks. I don't know.
But when you are young, you just absorb so much more of this crap, and it hurts you. Bad.
You may try to bandage it up.
You may try to forget about it and hope to heal.
But how many of us have scars from those past events?
How many of us have tried to forget and move on with our lives, but we just can't quite shake that pending thought of what some said to us in middle school or did to us in elementary school?
I would say probably quite a few of us have one too many scars from being hurt as a kid.
I just wish that everyone who has those internal scars, which would be quite a few of us I bet,
would just learn to move on.
They are a part of you.
There is some story behind why you think you are horrible at football
or why you always wear sneakers because you think your feet are too big for anything else...
You can't get rid of that story.
It is a part of your past and a part of your history.
Just learn to live with the scar.
Learn to live your life free of limitations.
We don't daily think about that scar we got on our chin by sliding down the pavement do we?
So why think about that scar we got when someone told us we were too short to play basketball?
Forget about it and move on!
Life is full of cuts and scrapes and wipe outs.
All we have to do is deal with the pain at the time, pick ourselves back up,
and move on with our lives.
All we will really have is just another scar to show for it...
Forever His,
Rachel
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