If scars are lessons, and lessons are wisdom, and wisdom is more precious than the finest gold, then I sit atop a mountain of the most precious thing known. I have a throne built out of wisdom.
I was running yesterday evening waiting for a spot to open on our weight deck. The song Throne by Five Finger Death Punch came on, always a favorite of mine, and I began to think about a literal throne of scars. Wasn’t too pretty. But if I follow the thought path in the previous paragraph I see it as a precious, almost sacred space. Which means that when I get a little hurt I welcome the pain because I know my wisdom has just grown that much more. More importantly, my resistance and ability to persevere grows as well.
I know there’s a lot of you out there that can identify with this concept. As a collective species, humans, we endure quite a bit, even the most well-to-do of us. Just because someone wears a smile most the time or is in the public eye doesn’t mean they haven’t earned their share of wisdom. It’s a common thread that binds us all.
Don’t hide your throne, sit on it, own it. Know you earned it.