I’ve taken some damage on my body in previous years, including scars. Thankfully, both of these scars that resulted from rock-based injuries are barely visible now. But each of them tells a story, and as they say, time plus tragedy equals comedy. (And it’s interesting that the Daily Prompt refers to topics that have come up again and again on my blog, just because they seem to be core memories regarding my fortitude against external injuries.)
Bodies are certainly not immune from various marks on them, as they get well-worn just like anything else one puts on their body. Clothing will get faded, stained, and rent as a natural condition of it not being put in vacuum (i.e. air-less chamber) or theoretical simulations.
And the body tends to get nicks, cuts, and other damage as a result of living. One cannot always avoid scabs and scars, and most of the time, when you survive said injury, it makes a good story. Unlike clothing, which often heads to the rubbish pile when it takes too much damage, the body has a wonderful method of healing itself, even from scars.
Even as the skin heals and the scar vanishes, the memory of the situation remains. And in cases like Masada, the strength that I showed through the whole ordeal, as well as the friendliness of my American and Israeli comrades, remains the most indelible mark.
A minor injury heals itself on the outside. However, mental scars, such as those caused from abuse, drugs, or bad upbringings, do not heal as easily. I am blessed with a loving family, a stable background, and a good set of friends, so I have no major mental scars. And for the minor mental scars, there is a thing called “forgive and forget.”
Abuse has never been part of my pedigree, so the scars that I carry are limited to the physical accidents that result from living life as it should be lived!
Today is the second day of the fifth round of M.A.P.L.E.
היום תשעה ימים-שהם שבוע אחד ושני ימים לעומר
Big Proctor Set: Next right!
Parkside On The Phone: 3 days.
Rochester: 25 days.