Scars.
Scars. The intimate reflection of self in words, not painted, not drawn, but etched representing an emblem of braving the odds. They reveal a story, visible but concealed. It could be as trivial as a memory, or perhaps a hardship, or the terrible past. Terrible past too? Why would anyone want to keep the past if it was terrible, wouldn’t it be a reminder of the time that passed away and would it being back the pain that we are so trying to overcome, each and everyday? Pain, the interim embodiment of the past, a reminder that tells that the worst days are over and that the brighter days are ahead. An parable of hope, that provides the strength to fight for whatever worse that is about to come with grace, without breaking a sweat.
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I am participating in #NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) and this is Day #9 post.
8 responses to “Scars”
Life is about collecting scars. They make us unique and strong.Battling the odds are the best thing that we can do .It makes us unbeatable.
Could have said it better. Perfectly put.
Our scars do make us strong, for sure. But, I don’t like them. I wish noone ever has to deal with scars. But, with that said we all have our scars, and we should not hide them. Nice post, Ajay!
Thank you, Z.
Yes, I also hope that no one has to deal with them.
I love this. Everybody has scars but each scar is unique. A scar tells a story not usually a happy one, but an important one.
Thank you.
Yes, they do, don’t they?
Yup. 🙂