To carve out your own path. To set your own goals. And to eat what you kill.
To let the past be nothing more than a laceration that eventually forms a scar.
Something to talk about when asked, and only when asked.
Occasionally hidden when in the company of those who just care too much about that which doesn’t concern them.
To remember that this was your choice all along.
A constant reminder of something you once left unmarked.
A reason for being and not existing; purpose made self-evident by your own determination alone.
To love the permanence of change.
