𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

↯ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ↯

★  This page is a bit longer and it's a bit different. In the beginning of this piece is a quote from the book All My Rage by Sabaa Tahir.

★  I loved this quote very much which is why I wanted to write my own interpertation of the meaning and depth behind those words. THIS page is still worth it, so read it and give it a go.

★  Coment and vote, Enjoyyy Reading!!

"I'll survive this. I'll live. But there's a hole in me, never to be filled. Maybe that's why people die of old age. Maybe we could live forever if we didn't love so completely. But we do. And by the time old age comes, we're filled with holes, so many that it's too hard to breathe. So many that our insides aren't even ours anymore. We're just one big empty space, waiting to be filled by the darkness. Waiting to be free." - All My Rage  by Sabaa Tahir

This quote is so moving it describes life in another way. We all as people presume death is caused by illnesses, by sickness, but what about the entire emotional aspect of that. Why do we forget that our emotions also kill us. Sometimes it kills us from the inside leaving behind nothing but fear, and sometimes it murders us, our soul. Isn't suicide just another example of emotional murder?

As youth we all live in a world where we fear being judged, we fear not belonging, we're kids who were destroyed at such a young age because of this corrupted way of living.

At a very little age we know exactly what love means, what love is, yet our innocence is so cruel. As kids we never realize that love is dangerous and it kills silently... Not all love is bad, but sometimes our heart connects itself to people, places and things it should just let go, leave far behind.

It should just let go....We should let go...

We should be able to let go of everything that we love yet is harmful, but can't because we're stupid people with stupid hearts. No matter our age, we never comprehend that some things are better accepted or left behind.

Our hearts fall so hard, so hard on all those things that are better left alone. It slowly dies, as time passes by and we fade away along with it.  All the scars, the wounds that were untended. Oh these wounds remain unfilled no matter how hard we try, they remain empty.

Our hearts stay Empty... for the longest of time.

It's sad how as we get older and more wrinkled, we regain our innocence, but we no longer have a heart to hold the love inside. It's depressing to consider that neither the open wounds nor the scars can ever be healed. When someone or something is lost, it's like losing a piece of oneself; it tends to fall apart. Like a glass vase... shattered into pieces.

It's ironic to think that as little kids even "Humty Dumty" taught us that once we're broken we can't ever be put back together again. Even if we had the adhesive to put all those broken pieces of the puzzle back together, they would never clash the same as they once did.

We as humans deeply love and connect with the people, places, and emotions that make up our world. But when all of this disappears, when you lose someone you love, it feels like a piece of your heart has been ripped out, snatched from you.

Maybe that's why we die. We age with all of our pain and hardships, we grow old with our wounds. We give up when we are old and our hearts are full of holes that have never been filled. When our hearts wake up and realize that there is no longer any love to give or receive, only then it gives up on us as well. Even it acknowledges that something is simply beyond saving. Sometimes things are critically important to just let go.

When our hearts let go, only then do we die. Only then when our hearts realize there is nothing else left, only when there are so many cracks inside of us that we aren't able to breathe, only then do we die.

Only now do we think back on all the lost people, scars, open wounds, and unrequited love that brought us to our demise.

The love we believed would complete us instead left us stranded on an island.  The love that we found to be so lovely, led to our end. Although it can be difficult to accept, there are times when moving forward in life and letting go of everything that harms and destroys us is just a better choice above all. Only if we do that will we be able to live longer, happier and lusher lives.

Only after the winter, will we be able to experience the spring. Only then will we appreciate the delicate beauty of a petal and the significance of tiny details of our lives.

This is why we should let The Scars of Life go, and love ourselves first. Life has always been you vs you not you vs the world. So move forward, holding onto yourself.

A.A.R