I saw this quote on Facebook the other day and it really hit me in a profound way. “Scars remind us of where we have been, but they don’t have to dictate where we are going.”
I have many scars. Not all are visible, but I know where each and every one of those hidden memories are located under the surface of my skin and they serve to remind me every day of the strength I possess and the road that led me to where I am now. Those deep fissures in the core of my being mark a place in my journey that I have overcome an emotional hurdle and I wear those inner scars as a badge of triumph. Although they may not all be visible to the naked eye, I know where each of them lies under the layer of cells that shroud those truths. I know they are etched in the foundation of my being and they are meant to remind me of the path I chose to follow.
My scars inspire me. Those deep cuts in the fabric of who I am have made me mend in ways I would have never foreshadowed as a child. Jagged edges of cloth that once hung in tattered pieces have since been woven into the comforting quilt that now envelops and protects me. What were once gaping wounds, they are scars now veiled by memory.
My scars are lessons. Whether those wounds were self-inflicted or whether they were cast upon me by another’s carelessness with my emotions, they serve to teach me about strength and endurance. They give me knowledge and a new sense of purpose.
My scars are a map. They are path that will lead me back to my past, but the road ahead still lies uncharted and those scars will not burden my footing. There are no footprints to guide me in my journey forward. My future is an open road and only I can lay the steps in the dirt that will take me in the right direction. My scars hold no power over my destiny, they only exist to mark the places that I have been.