X Marks The Spot.

At the end of the jagged trail of a scar, you'll find it leads to the realest parts of who you are. The battle scars of a life you've survived. That have left you stronger. Wiser. That have left you with the knowledge of just what you are capable of taking. Of enduring. These are the reminders that our past is real. That it wasn't all just a figment of our imagination. They are the physical proof that the healing our bodies experienced was just as real as the pain. We are our scars. Our days weathered. Our hearts broken and stitched and broken stitched and broken and stitched. Scars are the winding path that leads to the treasure that is you.