Scars, visible and hidden

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Every wound results in some degree of scarring, even minor lesions leave scars on our skin. Scars range from deep pit, angular, and wavelike appearance. They are a natural part of the body’s biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues.

When you see a person with a scar, what would you feel? Will you be saddened if you’ll know his story behind it? Will you squirm in sympathy and pity him for his scar and make you feel like a guilt-ridden person who caused some visible marks to others?

The person who owns it has a story to tell that he survived the ordeal that resulted it. That story may be a good one for him or it might be bad. Whoever owns a scar, certainly have a tale to be told.

People who have scars visible to the eyes have links to their pasts. Their stories, whether grim and horrible that resulted from accidents and comforting ones that resulted from medical operations are clearly evidences of survival. They survive their crisis.

Emotional pains also leave scars in us. Pains that were buried in the hearts too deep to remember and reminisce. Those scars exhibited toughness. That’s the reason why we got through it and that made us who we are. Life has failed to break us apart but it left some reminders that we triumphed over defeat.

Am I wrong to say, that the scars that dig deepest in our hearts are induced by our loved ones. We are the most injured when they are the cause of the injury. It is sometimes too unbearable that remembering those episodes bring back the past dramas of yesterdays and yesteryears.

Our hearts and minds recorded sagas of unfaithfulness, disobedience that resulted in tragic tales in our lives. Old romances gone sour because of infidelities. Monetary needs that ended in tragedies and other matters that lead to unsavory unseen scars.

Hearts are homes of hidden scars. They hold stories which are too painful to tell.

Scars are there in our living hearts. They are the residual effects that lingered once hearts are bruised and battered. Visible and hidden scars are the living testaments that we made it through the dark and survive the abyss of adventures we call LIFE. –o0o–