(no subject)
i read this yesterday and i thought you might have something that you can relate this too.
"At a certain age,no matter who it was, people had baggage and wounds and scars and lives that had hurt or sometimes even a child. it can make a child stronger in the end, and more caring perhaps,she just wasn't sure anymore what it would do to them.the pattern of scars on anyone's soul determined who they were. sometimes it enriched the spirit,and sometimes it broke it.the secret of life seemed to be surviving the damage, and wearing the scars well. but in reality, no heart went unscathed. life itself was all to real. and in order to love someone, whether lover or friend, one had no choice but to be real."
this is true to all. no matter who or what put scars.
"At a certain age,no matter who it was, people had baggage and wounds and scars and lives that had hurt or sometimes even a child. it can make a child stronger in the end, and more caring perhaps,she just wasn't sure anymore what it would do to them.the pattern of scars on anyone's soul determined who they were. sometimes it enriched the spirit,and sometimes it broke it.the secret of life seemed to be surviving the damage, and wearing the scars well. but in reality, no heart went unscathed. life itself was all to real. and in order to love someone, whether lover or friend, one had no choice but to be real."
this is true to all. no matter who or what put scars.