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Scars tell the deepest stories.
Dwelling on the negative is inherently human. The most captivating stories told amongst acquaintances contain complaints and tales of woe. Recounting a catastrophe or detailing the latest snafu make entertaining earfellows. We gravitate to the negative, perhaps for commiseration, perhaps for shadenfreude, perhaps for entertainment.
But it's also because negatives leave scars. If your day begins with a calm waking and a joyous moment with your family, but while preparing breakfast you slice your finger, your story for that morning won't be about that serene scene, but instead about how it was ruined by your misfortune. That morning will forever be the day you sliced your finger. And got that scar.
Our emotions are much the same. Our pleasant memories are fleeting, just as the moments that live in them are. Good times bestow kisses on us; soft, feather light whispers of joy that flutter over us like butterfly wings. No mark is left, but for a soft moment of bliss.
Bad times cut deep. Pain scars. It is acute. Hurt runs into the fiber of who we are and burns, standing out fire red in a sea of blue, lacerating and smoldering a pristine surface with cracks and scorch marks. Pain lingers, radiating over the surface indefinitely, sometimes never truly healing.
It's so easy to let the goodness fade, when the sensation of the feather touch floats away on a new breeze, leaving behind a sense of want. And it is so difficult to forget the burn and slice, the salt fire in a wound. Even as the hurt heals, we grow back tougher, harder, denser then before. Darkened, thickened, marked by our experience. Stories written in creeping tendrils of memory we still feel, sometimes ages later, echoing in waves of hurt we remember only too well.
Happiness graces us in the briefest moments, leaving no marks save a sensation. Sadness and hurt slice deep, leaving a roadmap of pain so dangerously easy to follow. Each line is another story, another memory; interwoven scars, commemorations of when we broke and healed, never to be the same again.
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