Inspired by John Green's novel, The Fault in Our Stars: "Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world... The marks human leave are too often scars... You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world... but you do have some say in who hurts you."
I'm not sure I agree with these statements, but they got me thinking about scars. Often scars are seen as a bad thing -- as damage that will never fully heal -- but scars are also marks of experience.
I have scars on my forearms and legs from the natural events of childhood -- falling off a bike, for example -- and these are artifacts of maturation.
I have stretch marks from my expanding belly when I was pregnant and from swollen breasts that fed my infant children. These scars are artifacts of motherhood.
And I have loved and lost. There are metaphorical scars of heartache. But they are also artifacts. They are signs that I have given to someone, that I've been given something rare and precious... something that was hard to let go of. A love that left a permanent mark. These are scars of knowledge.