As I’m sitting here, I found a scar that I’d forgotten I had. It took me a while to even remember where it came from. It’s right at the joint, so I don’t normally even notice it among the normal creases. It just reminds me of the various other scars, none of which I’ve looked at either, lately. And you know… every single one of them came from me doing something stupid.
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That is pretty critical Pat. I look at my scars as my inability to flow well with the grace in my system or the failure of external components and/or events of which I have no control.
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