Last week I burnt my hand really bad. Friends were over and I was baking these delicious rosemary potatoes. When I was pulling the pan out of the oven, the hot steam burnt the exposed part of the skin on my arm. * Ouch* It happened so quick, I had no time to protect myself. "This is going to leave a scar" I thought. Getting hurt doesn't feel good, neither does knowing that it will leave a big scar.
Later that evening I got to thinking, what about the emotional scars I have? Would I ever want to undo them? The answer was clear. Scars are just scars. They are evidence and proof that we have lived, that we have loved, that we have cared... Scars tell a story about us, they become part of our identity.
We can alienate ourselves in an imaginary comfort zone for the fear of hurting, burning or breaking our heart. Is that a way to live life though? It's in fact an illusion that we are safe in the comfort zone. Safety doesn't exist, it's not a real concept. We must live our life to the fullest, and if that means occasionally getting hurt, burnt and scarred, physically or emotionally, then be it. That's what makes us human after all...
What story do your scars tell? I'd love to hear from you.
P.S. Watch the Video for the full story and my thoughts <3