The human body is an amazing creation. All the means of recovery can be found within it. When we injure ourselves, whether it is a cut, burn, bruise, or break, our bodies respond in recovery. At the site of the wound, the first response is to wall off or conceal the exposed area from the outside with massive amounts of inflammatory cells rushing to the site.
The area swells up, becomes inflamed, a scab is formed, cells eventually begin to regenerate, and slowly the wound heals from the inside out. We heal but were never really cured. Bones are never as strong again leaving you vulnerable in that spot and excess scar tissue can, in and of itself, cause complications.
We have the same response when we are hurt emotionally. Our initial response is to wall ourselves off, completely shutdown, and our friends rush to our aide and try and contain the damage. Then slowly with time, you generate a thicker skin, or a scab, and hope youre never hurt again in the same way.
But we never really heal. Were, in fact, even more susceptible to injury than we ever were before, and every pain we endure we think well never be hurt that way again, yet every subsequent pain is enough to make us forget the one before it. It doesn’t create new wounds, it opens up old ones.
The worst wounds are self-inflicted. We put ourselves in certain situations we know were better off avoiding altogether. If our bodies never heal properly, do we ever really learn from our mistakes? If it doesn’t kill us, does it really make us stronger? Could we have learned to ride a bike without falling? Can we find love without finding hurt first? Should we make people aware of our wounds so that they are more careful? Or would that only give people more ammunition against us?
I think the identity of the person were destined to be with is the one who knows our wounds but does not let them become our weaknesses.
Last update : 27-03-2007 20:02
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