Wounds heal. But, scars last forever.
Many people look at scars as mistakes, regrets, inperfections. But to me, I love all my scars. On the skin, outside, say I took a chance...and maybe it hurt me, however I am still here and better off because of it. This is the same for my scars on my heart. The breaks have healed but those scars will always be there to remind me that chances taken are lessons learned and those lessons are what make us strrongest. Where would I be if I had played my life as safe as possible...still in the duggout. Only when you take the chance can you find out what sliding into home plate feels like. And yeah, scars may occur through second and third base, but look at what they helped you accomplish.
"Forget the risk and take the fall. If it's meant to be, then it is worth it all."
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