Every night.
Scars are like memories, and tattoos. When you fall, when your heart breaks, and when your best friend turns her back on you, it leaves you with this scar that can hurt every time you think about it. It’s a memory that is stuck in your head. It’s in the past, but it comes back and bites. It’s a tattoo because it’s a memory that hurts, but doesn’t disappear. It never does. When you see it so vividly, you sometimes regret what led to the scar that is a memory that leaves an imprint in your life’s history.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.






