I have had my share of aches, injuries, hurts, wounds and the likes. I am almost certain that you have too. Wouldn’t it be great if life only bore beauty, splendour and nothing but happy memories. What fun would there be in that though – liken that to lemonades without lemons! Honey without bees; chocolate without cocoa?! Ok yeah, so you get what I mean. Lol.
I recall the times that I would jump off the swing, thinking I was part of the ‘Voltron’ team for a second. This one time, I joined my kid brother as he bounced up and down the bed till I came plummeting right down. I have had falls of sorts that resulted in physical injuries. Some have healed without trace; others cured but not without leaving a scar.
My adolescent years were pretty much quiet and unassuming; at least until I rattled the waters with my exuberance and sheer foolishness. Assuming that growing older in age had anything to do with maturity was a cost to me. I paid the price for some silly decisions. A few of those choices resulted to different forms of hurts – most of them I have totally healed from and even moved on but not without some scars.
When lost in the maze of my choices or drowning in the face of confusing decisions, I wish I could proudly say that I have soared and excelled at all of life’s tests. When faced with puzzles that others may consider easy to solve, I have not always approached such feats with confidence or the right attitude. Sometimes they took up a life of their own and haunted me only for as long as I let them. The depth of some bad experiences and memories run deep; yes, deep enough to leave a scar or even a colony of scars.
The good news is that I have chosen what to believe. For with light, comes freedom – the type that dispels darkness. I am not white washed but washed white. Healing should start from within and not be superficial. My walk to redemption is not aimed at being motivational. I strive to avoid hypes, superfluity of nothingness and flee companies that serve only to inflate an already unhealthy ego. I have exercised my right to interpret my journey as a collection of lessons and not regrets. Living with perspective, I am intentional about my internal communication. Are you?
So in Kirk Franklin’s singing voice: “Whatchya gonna do?”
Not ashamed of my scars; not anymore, neither should you!