Bruised

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic mister know it all."
-Red Hot Chili Peppers: Scar Tissue

We feel. We react. We are only human. As this summer winds down, I am learning more and more about myself. This summer did not turn out as picturesque as I had imagined. Maybe my expectations were a bit too high to match up with my reality. But that is not the point. The thing is, even in the worst situations there is some type of good, like the glass half full. This summer taught me inner strength. The kind of strength my mom obtained; the kind of strength I need now more than ever.

We feel. We react. We may hurt sometimes. We are all bruised human beings. And as every bruise arises, every bruise fades as well. This bruise, my inner scar, will fade with time. Although, time is no remedy to forgetting. And even then, I do not need that sort of remedy because I do not mind remembering. Because I know this bruise will clear up, and I will be as good as new. And in addition to that, I will be a heck of a lot stronger with the kind of strength my mom obtained. Because with this inner strength, I can be a single step closer to being more like her. And maybe gaining this inner strength will make her proud. I hope so.

All I know is we feel. We react. We will hurt sometimes. But we are all bruised, human beings.