Wanna Know How I Got This Scar?

I remember this incident like it happened yesterday, it was nighttime, I wore my mom's black wool shawl as if it was batman’s cape and I went jumping from couch to couch thinking I was the dark knight. I decided to do a big jump and fly from the door of my room to the bed at the end of the room. I miss calculated the distance so my feet hit a sharp edge and all I remember next is my mom rushing to the hospital and me getting multiple stitches.

I probably did crazier things as a child but this memory is more vivid unlike any other, and I think it’s because of that scar. It reminds me of this memory every time I look to it and it made my mom’s wool shawl very special. And whenever I’m visiting and it’s cold, and my mom is covered in this shawl, it just brings a big warm smile to my face.

I don’t have other big scars maybe some burn marks from the time I was trying to fix a boiler, some cuts from playing with cats or cutting vegetables, maybe some stretch marks form being an almost obese child to an almost fit adult.

All those marks to me are a sign that this body has been used to live a life, and although they are not all sunshine and rainbow, some of them were a result of a near death car accident. They still make me feel satisfied about my life, grateful that I was able to go through these hard times. They also reminds me of all those who where here for me.

Scars, marks, wrinkles, and whatever that shapes our bodies to me are a sign of lived life, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take care of and protect ourselves we should always do that, but most of the time life is stronger than us and it’s important that we accept the changes that come with it and embrace and be grateful for how our bodies are shaped as long as all we are trying to do is to live a happy, healthy, and meaningful life, nothing else should matters.

Thoughts?