"...my scar is not very dramatic. It's
three faint white lines on my forearm. They were self-inflicted
unintentionally in a moment of anger many years ago. I was frustrated with
a cheap piece of furniture, a chair. I broke it, and flung a piece away
from me, scratching my arm in the process. The interesting thing about this
scar is that it was a very minor scratch which barely bled, and hardly even
hurt. It healed quickly, but the scar is permanent, and so is its effect.
I look at it often and remember that moment of rage. I realize now that I
wasn't mad at the chair, or even mad at anything else in my life; I was mad
at myself. When I see the scar now, I am reminded of the futility of my
rage, and I feel ashamed. This makes me want to improve my behavior."
-Anonymous
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