scars

I know a lot of different people.

Some are outgoing.

Others are quiet and reserved.

Some are quiet and reserved because they are scared,

they are living in fear,

constant uncontrolled fear.

Fear of what could happen if they spoke out,

if they did something different,

if they wore something different,

if they acted different,

if they even though different.

Maybe them being SCARED is a result of being SCARRED.

Maybe something happened to them when they did something different once,

just once,

and now they shudder at the slightest thought of it.

I've known plenty of people with scars,

in fact some of the most beautiful people i've ever known were covered in them.

From gunshots, to nut shots

broken backs, to broken hearts

torn acl's, to torn apart families

we've all had our fair share of hard times

but it's what we do with these experiences that decide what type of person we become.

We like to hide these scars, we see them as weaknesses,

like it tells people that we have been vulnerable,

that maybe we made a dumb choice.

But maybe instead we should wear them with pride,

showing people that "yeah, I ventured into the unknown once, I tried something new, I was vulnerable and I paid for it, but I LIVED"

I lived

I lived

I lived

Lets all try to be a little less afraid of what we have become.