In simple terms scars are the result of some trauma that you have endured and healed from. Scars can be big or small, they can be old and faded or fresh and an angry red. In my life I have encountered many situations that left me scarred both physically and mentally/emotionally. My scars in some cases are quite ugly to look at but they are part of my past and indicate what I have been through, what I have overcome. I have 3 knife wound scars, one on my back just below my kidney and two large ones on my left forearm. I lost most of the use of my left hand at first and it has been a long road but I have about 99% of the use of my left hand back now. The scars are a physical/visual reminder to me of the life I used to live and exactly why I choose not to involve myself in that life anymore. Nowadays I steer clear of the type of people who are prone to angry outbursts because of their lifestyle and the state of mind they put themselves in with their drug use. I very nearly lost my life in the attack that gave me those scars and many of the memories attached to the incident and what happened after are dark and painful. The ugly scars are the story of an ugly past that I have left behind, where it belongs. Any time I think it would be exciting to be an outlaw again now I simply have to roll up my left sleeve and look at the scars, think on the things I had to go through during and after that incident, and realize that it may be exciting but the price is simply more than I am willing to pay. I have good things going in my life now and reasons to want to live another day so I can enjoy more of those good things. Live for today, keep Hope for tomorrow. Peace out PPL!
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