Thank God life lessons come when they do - not sooner, not later. Looking back at freshman year I can sigh with relief at all the instances where experience from former lessons took over and saved me so much grief. Of course, there were moments when I thought the rules had changed and I fought to hang on to what I hoped was truth. One thing stands true, the character of humanity remains the same. If we want something to be true, we believe with all our might, against all odds that it is, regardless of what life may have already taught us. So maybe I didn't quite learn some of my lessons; maybe I'm getting a little burned now. But as much as it hurts now, the lesson pushes itself deeper into my mind, like a splinter embedded in the skin, wriggling sharply and leaving a lasting, though tiny scar.
Scars are acceptable. They tell a story.
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