we are the product of our lessons learned, but the lessons learned are not always correct.

we are all very scarred beings, injured time after time, fragile, but resilient. the wounds heal over if we let them and though are not of untouched 'perfection' they do have a beauty all their own. There is a depth, a character, an honesty to them that can be magnificent if there is matching growth.

we can learn and grow from the things that happen in our lives, will ourselves into becoming better beings. (although this definition changes, I believe it to mean able to deal, to love even when not easy) or we can shrivel and close up and become more afraid and bitter and/or live to make the same mistake over and over. It's funny how the same wound can do either to us.

I long to not be afraid, to love deeply but not have to inflict unnecessary pain on myself or others, to change the things I can and accept what I can't and learn the difference