Scars are a funny thing. Mine are mainly around my wrists and arms- all thanks to my cat. But, the scars left from a painful memory of a loved one’s words or actions, are etched all over my mind. And sometimes, while doing mundane tasks, one will pop-up, ruining what I had been trying to cover up and conceal with all my might.
“Let it go, it’s all in the past, forgive and forget.” But how do you forget something that has inadvertently become a part of who you are?
It would be so great to have a refresh button for life too. Just so you can start over, without the baggage of the past. Are such incidents meant to build or break one’s character? Instead you lay low, keep your distance from anyone or anything remotely able to give you joy, just incase you get hurt again. So you go underground for a while, till you figure out how to put the pieces back together. They’ll never go back to the way they were before, but atleast your mind is at peace knowing you tried your best. Sometimes that’s all that matters, right?
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