25.

It’s been a while since I fell.

I could vaguely remember me falling down and scraping my knee as I ran towards my grandfather who was waiting for me after school with his bicycle. We can easily slap on a plaster and call it a day. Yes, it would be painful for the next few days as the wound recovers but the pain is manageable.

Wonder why I stopped falling down as I grew older. Became more intuitive? Learnt how to protect myself? Perhaps.  Or maybe as we grow older, our falls evolved into emotional setbacks that exists in different forms.

Heartbreaks. Betrayals. Expectations.

We don’t see the scars but they are there. We lie to ourselves that if no one is able to see it, we can pretend they are not there right?

Denial.

How do we remedy it? There is no one-size-fit-all plaster than we can slap on and recover from the injury. For some, a dose of “forgiveness and forget” should work just fine.  Time plays a good part in the recovery as well.

Everyone tries to recover from the damage in their own way.

Rebounds. Distractions. Vices.

Some might work. Some might not. We try to heal in our own way and we move on. Thing is, even though the scars stopped appearing, the some wounds will always be there. That’s the difference when you grow older. The irony of it all.

Everyone has scars. A lot of them even worse than mine. The only difference is that mine are visible and most people’s aren’t.

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