As people we have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of our personal histories, diagrams of all our old wounds. Most of them heal and leave nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cuts long gone, the pain still lingers...
So now I ask you, what's worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did? I've heard that our old wounds teach us something, they remind us of where we've been and what we've overcome. Supposedly they teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. But the truth is that's just what we like to think...
Because that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again...
