The road of joy and hurt

In life we walk across different paths of all sorts: some wide; others narrow, some short others long, some secure and others insecure.
In this very walk of life at some point we encounter people and activities that leave either tattoos or scars upon our hearts. The tattoos are good times, and scars are memories no one  would like to remember at any advanced point in life.

In my life, my personal life, I have had days that bring me joy on remembering. Tattooed at the back of my mind. These memories give me a reason to keep on and strength to face another day, a new dawn, in a new way.

Then on the other hand are these other times, the scars that bring me hurt on memory. They make me want to turn back time and undo my deeds. I wished I could somehow wash off these memories of failure, memories of a weak me, times when I was not strong or courageous enough to be who I wanted to be, chances that I wasted and times that never should have been. If only there was a 'delete' button I would not haste.

But these were thoughts that streamed in my mind, in a time that I wanted to convince myself that life could be ever so perfect, in a time I wanted to be supernatural without blame or any sort of disappointment. Not until the day that I came to learn that no one is perfect, we all make mistakes at some point.

 It is these very same scars that make me who I am today. I've come to know that they've been of more use to me than good old memories.

Tattoos strengthen us to push to the line, to have reason to believe a reason to face each day hopefully. The same tattoos bring out potential to push an individual to new limits, new heights, new pride, new threats and possibly the individual ends up pushing away the people closest to him or her. Then life becomes something else.

That is when scars come in, that at all times we are reminded of who we truly are.

Folks, scars don't hurt us, they just correct us, remind us of the roads we should not look forward to embarking on again. Scars tell one's history and possible future.

In life, not all comfort is good and not all hurt is meant for evil. Most of all, scars deprive us of excessive pride and life is best lived with limits.