It's rather amazing the things that people are made up of, physically and emotionally. I get annoyed when people are constantly spouting "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for that trial or that experience or that death etc......", and I know that in its essence it is true, but people continually rant about the past making them stronger and all that jazz. And I believe that, I've screwed up and then learnt from it, but by no means am I happy about some of the things in my past. I have a blessed life, my upbringing was rather fantastic. I come from a good home, have a supportive and loving family and I went to a good school, but my life has on occasion sucked beyond belief.
There are moments and experiences that I've had or gone through that have fucking sucked. I'm not happy they happened, not at all. Would I rather have not had to deal with death or sadness or depression or self harm? By all means yes! But at the same time, scars from the past can be good things. Scars can stop us from making those same mistakes, no matter the size. I scar easily so I have quite a few that I can look at for various memories. They come from across the years and for all sorts of reasons; blisters, accidents as a child, operations, my own clumsiness and even self inflicted. Some of them I'd rather not have, but that doesn't change the fact that I have them. And I can't erase them, no matter how much I harp on here. So I suck it up and move on with my life.
In a similar way, there are people from my past that I'm rather glad I'll never see again, as horrible as that sounds. Society likes to convince us that social networking sites are fantastic for reconnecting with people from our past, and they are, but I hate having to add someone who I never spoke to, and probably never will. Upon graduation I had a myriad of friend requests from people that I'd never spoken to in my life, so needless to say that I declined them all. And in a similar way, just because you know my friend, doesn't mean that we're friends or that I even like you. Facebook is for friends, end of discussion. I take great pleasure in regular clean-outs of my Facebook friends, erasing those I've never spoken to. I like my current friends, and there's a reason that they're still in my life.
This post ended up about 60 kilometres north of where I anticipated, so if you got lost, you should've bought a map cheap ass. =]
Until next time fellow humans....
This is such a beautiful image
