Monday, October 3, 2011

The scars on my back

We all do things that unintentionally hurt ourselves from time to time. These actions leave their mark on us in the form of scars.
Scar tissue heals the wound that scars birth but replaces what once was, with something not nearly as versatile. Scar tissue is quicker to rip, puncture and bleed all while losing a great deal of the sensation of the original. Gift & curse.
Emotionally applied, this principle works the in fairly the same manner. And the people that enter into your life need to be aware of the sensitivity required to deal with you. Nobody needs to inadvertently make you bleed.
The scars of your past chasing you forward, ever persisting. No pause long enough for a moment of clarity in which you can once again have a life without the reminders of scarring.
The past, representing the actual moment in memory where the scar manifested, is akin to our backs. There is almost nothing we can do without involving our back. This is why it is ideal as a substitute for the past. Even while we don't think about it, there is somewhere, deep within us, that is never not considering the potential consequences that matches the fears of being reunited with injury. This is the past being firmly gripped to the bone.

To allow the scars the authority to make your decisions for you, you lose the autonomy; the sovereignty that we each so desperately work to maintain.

No matter what road you choose or how much love you choose to share, you will always be an individual. Though you may not always behave as an individual. It is important that you always make your own decisions and never leave them to the scars the lay to rest upon they back. As if wearing the world on your shoulders wasn't heavy enough.

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