I think it’s safe to assume that everyone has scars. Some of us have physical scars, while others have mental ones, and of course, a lot of us have both. No matter whether the scars are on your skin or your past, they all tell stories. They are memories of times when we did something stupid, or something fun that came with a price. They may hold the stories of bad times in our lives when we needed to prevail in order to grow. They can be fun or troubling. They take us back to our childhood, to our teenage years when we were too young to care and not old enough to know better. No matter how you look at it just remember that to have a scar means that you experienced pain, but also healed from it. We’re all scarred and we all have our stories. A smart man once said that out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. As it turns out, they’re just another kind of memory.
