are not invincible
are just as broken
are just as wounded
open wounds instead of soggy bandaids and cover-up
broken hearts instead of plastic ones
falling on concrete instead of cushions
We all break, time and time again.
It is not what or how many scars you have, it is what those scars represent. Tell me, do you wear your scar tissue as a badge of honor or mark of shame?
observe the trickling flows of blood
stare into their deep cuts under a lens
allow full immersion into the pain
One would argue this seemingly masochistic behavior includes an element of sick pleasure
I would argue yes.
It is the sick pleasure to understand pain and hurt
It is the thirst for experiential wisdom through trauma
Simply, to learn how to heal others
Notes By Ney