I always found forgiving myself so impossible, and so created my own emotional scars. Yet I want others to forgive themselves, to make amends and heal, and so I learned how to forgive myself. I had to earn it until I was satisfied I'd paid it all back in goodness many times over. After that I could love myself and love others; I could be a blessing to myself and others.
One time I thought my emotional scars were as a net that promised to drown me in briny depths. No more. Now I stand on the rock and those scars became bright sparks in the sunlight, golden fireworks giving light back into the dawn.
Emotional scars are a roadmap of sorts, one that tells of your travels in your personal war. Yet it is when you walk that pain with a purpose to heal and love yourself, to forgive and free yourself of guilt and shame, to make amends for past wrongs in whatever way is available to you, that's when those scars evaporate. Every soldier deserves to come home. So win your battles. Win yourself. For that is the real route to happiness and true goodness.
Emotional scars are raw at the outset, as any real burn is, yet they fade to soft pink, to the colour of skin, to a barely discernible and long forgotten track. When we learn to love ourselves, to look to ourselves for confirmation of real self worth, and confer that same sense of sacredness to others and creation, we set ourselves free and heal completely.
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