From Wounds to Warriors

Some wounds heal. 

Some wounds never will.

Yeah, those wounds become scars.

The scars are chiseled and sculpted to form one’s character. 

These scars are the reason you hit “skip” when that one song comes on.

These scars are the reason you take the long way around.

Transformation can be uncomfortable, or even painful, but the achievement of growth is worth the shape-shifting.

These wounds will make you strong; sure,

But will these wounds be your weakness? 

Or your strength?

You can decide.

Personally I hope the choice is upward. You can spend all your time down if you choose. I know it can feel safe down there. It’s not. There are monsters down there, and they hide in the un-lit corners of one’s mind.

Transformative nature is inevitable. Become the butterfly or risk becoming the moth. 

If you’re not vigilant, you can start believing their slithering secrets. If you’re not careful; you become the serpent. 

Instead, search out the sun. If it’s too dark, then look to the moon. The sun will rise again. So too shall you. 

Happiness. What a strange concept. For some, it’s a distant myriad of “if onlys,” always just out of reach, elusive, or fanciful.

To others it is found in the pursuit. I suppose this plays to the human condition of “purpose.” 

Lately, to me; happiness has been found in the moment. The exact second that I currently exist in. Even in the “bluest” of moments joy can be found. If you can only silence the serpent. 

You can.

This idea makes you responsible for your own joy. You are accountable. 

Fresh wounds need time. They also need care as to not fester. 

So I think it’s okay to “take cover” while you heal. Just so long as you recognize that wound isn’t you. It’s part of you. Sure.

It’s not the whole of you. It’s not even a hole in you. Just a scar.

The realest warriors have scars. 

Most wounds happen to you. Not because of you. you must attend to the wound so it may scar properly. 

So, clean and cover that wound. Then let it light the fire inside. For victory awaits the warrior, and only the warrior. 

Fair winds. 

Some ideas take many words. The truest ideas take fewer.

May you all find the joy of the moment. I love you all. As always thanks for reading.

averagebenjamin,

Signing off .