People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places,
like secret roadmaps of their personal histories, diagram of all their wounds.
Most of our old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind, but a scar.
But some of them don’t.
Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cut’s long gone…The pain still lingers.
What’s worse, new wounds, which are so horribly painful…
Or old wounds that should’ve healed years ago and never did ?
Maybe our old wounds teach us something.
They remind us of where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome.
They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future.
That’s what we like to think.
But that’s not the way it is, is it ?
Something we just have to learn, over and over, and over again.