Nobody who has braved and fought a battle comes away unscarred, even those who are victorious and especially those who have fallen. But our scars are not a mark of shame but a mark of strength, whether victorious or fallen. They symbolise the strength we have within and the strength we have to come. We heal from our wounds as long as we don’t keep reopening them. Keep your scars as a reminder, not a burden.
In the height of battle, we are sometimes wounded. And that can linger both physically and mentally. But we shouldn’t ever feel ashamed of our scars. Each points to a pivotal moment in our journey. Each tells a story of endurance. Each is a symbol of strength. Each marks our triumph against that which tried to pull us back and hold us down. We should feel proud of our scars as much as we are proud of our accomplishments. They make up who we are today. Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls.
People change. Time ticks on and life goes on, so people change. Sometimes they’re tested to new extremes. Sometimes old wounds are ripped open. And we all respond differently. People break, people fight, people forget, people grow. And we cannot expect others to respond the same way we would. We cannot tell others how to feel. Sometimes all we can do is listen and comfort. Other times all we can do is accept and move on. People change. We change. Try to make the best of it.