Two years and four days ago, a wound was inflicted. Two years and four days later, all that remains is a scar. It is a symbol that although the physical, immediate pain has subsided, the memories associated with the gash still linger. Sometimes we can even forget about our scars and carry on life as per normal, until we take a good hard look at ourselves and see again the mark that history has left on us. It is not the same intense, stabbing pain of a fresh injury, but strikes beneath the thick, calloused skin and reaches the very soft, very vulnerable heart.
So once again, I look upon this old scar of mine and see the same things: failure, disappointment, regret.
