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!
Hmm… Really deep thoughts there. Everyone makes mistakes, and some are more grave than others. However, no matter what they may be, we should never let our mistakes define us but instead refine us to be better, wiser and a source of inspiration to others. Indeed its easier said than done. Life could be so hard its tunnels so deep, but when we strive to overcome, the victors song is always so sweet to sing.
Thank you Debby! @ ‘Life could be so hard, its tunnels so deep…’
That line spoke to me. I appreciate your engagement. Thank you again.