Learn to Love your Map

In our lives, we do something every once in a while, that we can't forgive ourselves for. If we don't have a visible scar, then we have imaginary ones tattooing our hearts.

For those of you who know who I am, I'm sorry I have to tell you about this, but you'll find that it ties in very well.

I'm your average teenager, I hang out with friends and party, and do stupid things. All of the stupid things I do, aren't when I am out with friends, but rather when I am alone.

My wrists are covered with the scars of my past. Unlike never being able to forget about something, that you do at times still forget about, I am reminded all of the things I've done every time I look down, even if my wrists aren't exposed. Lately, I've wished the scars away, wished that this and that point in my life never existed.

As I thought about this today, I realized that I needed to learn to love everything that I've ever let go wrong. Instead of looking on those scars with hate, I need to see them as a map of my past. You can tell exactly where I've been: the smaller scars represent my lesser problems, while the larger ones represent the pain that I've mapped out in my own blood.

We need to accept what has happened to shape our past. We need to accept that although we might have made several mistakes in our lifetime, they are mapped out now, written in our blood. Although some of us aren't very good at following directions, and still get lost even if we have our own personal, self written map. We can't drive in circles for forever, and eventually we will find a way past that sign that reads: "Dead End," even if we have to turn around or back up to do it.