“A life without scars is hardly a life at all.” I don’t know who said this or where I heard it but it really made me stop and think, enough that I wrote it down for future contemplation. I don’t know if I agree with it or not and I wanted to get everyone’s opinion.
As someone with too many scars to count, I actually feel like I never got to live, not in the way I should have or the way I deserved anyway. There are so many things I have not done because of my scars, countless things. There is so much life I have not experienced out of fear. In complete avoidance and insecurity, have I really been living?
I try to imagine the opposite – a childhood without abuse, a family without trauma. Do families with financial wealth, without scars, with freedom to do whatever the please, are they actually living?
Obviously everyone is living life; it’s just different for each of us. Can someone without scars truly understand life though? If everything is handed to you, can you truly appreciate it? What I can say is that scars and traumatic pain have given me an understanding and empathy for other people that I don’t think I would have without my scars. I have had to work for everything which has given me an appreciate for what I have, even though I still long for others things. I don’t long for more so much as longing for things to just be a little easier.
So, “A life without scars is hardly a life at all.” Hell if I know! For some reason there is just something about this that makes me want to not agree with it. I think that is my bitterness showing though. Even though I have start the healing process, I still have a lot of bitterness and anger inside me. I know that my scars have made me a better person in may ways, they have made me appreciate certain things more. But I sure don’t feel like I am living yet. So far I am just coping and sometimes still avoiding.
What do you think, my friends? All opinions from all walks of life are appreciated.