My introduction

 Every sad moment in life is like another lash to bear. Time will ease the pain and slowly heal the wound, but the scar will always remain. Every scar is different, some shallow and small while others are deep and long, some disappear with time while others never fully heal. We do everything we can to hide our scars with fake smiles and false words. We put on our masks and adorn them with all the good we do, hoping that no one will try to look deeper, to see past all our defenses and find the real us. Because it is through our scars that we truly know each other. Without knowing the pain we’ve suffered and the burdens we carry, no one could possibly hope to understand us. They must see the bad that is hidden by the good we show to the world.

Here I will show the good, the masks that we all wear from time to time to hide our scars, and then I will remove those masks and show the scars that we carry. You are free to join me, or comment. The only thing I enjoy more than writing is hearing what people think, not only about my writing, but about everything. There is no such thing as a foolish thought or useless memory. All things matter in some way or another.

 So tell me what you think, how you feel, what you know, and what you wish you knew. Together we may find some truths we never knew were lost, and find answers before we even ask the questions.