This is going to be similar to one of my earlier chapters called 'Labels'. This one is just more personal and directed to how I view things. Labels was about everyone ,not just on person specifically. Also if you have a problem with religion ,I suggest not reading this or future parts.
I've been doing a lot of thinking for the past few days. A bit of a wake up call, if you may. It was about life, religion, and why I am so disconnected.
I don't think I'll cover everything in this one chapter though.
Life.
The most beautiful fucked up thing I have ever experienced. Still experiencing. Life isn't just one thing and that's it. Instead, it's a series of events that connect, make no sense, yet comes together in the end. Not come together in a positive happily ever after way but a way that leaves scars.
Those scars mean so much to you and probably the people involved. That scar happened when you were younger, vulnerable, and still learning. Depending on the type of person you are, you could leave that scar alone when it haunts your every thought, try to fix that scar by stitching it together when you aren't even trained to do so, or don't bother.
You may say that you don't bother, but your actions say otherwise.
You could actually be the first choice. You could let it haunt you for years upon years. That voice increasing your insecurities, anxiety, and every single doubt on who you are. You could of course let out that voice, but where will it go? Won't it fall upon deaf ears? You have now wasted the chance to share it, so it's stuck with you.
The second choice is worse ,in my opinion. You try to fix the past in the present to help the unknown future. The future changes. The past stays. The present is able to be reasoned with. Only if you know what you are doing. The new wound that doesn't even need stitches is being 'fixed' by someone who is acting desperate for the way things have been. Now the scar is even messier because you've poked a needle into other people's lives for something insignificant.
The last one is something I don't know. That insignificant scar is probably growing smaller. This seems like the good choice ,but you still have to remember that the way others deal with their scars can make yours seem like a bullet shot.
For me, I like the last choice only a bit. Instead of just not caring and moving on, I'd say turn it into a good thing. A learning experience. It actually really ties in with the saying
Don't bring your childhood with you.
This will have future chapters to go along with it. Just look out for my view 2.
