some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
what's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful, or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did? maybe our old wounds teach us something. they remind us where we have been and what we have overcome. they teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. that is what we like to think... but that is not the way it is, is it? some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

*the truth with any kind of wound is to dig down and find the source of the injury... and once you have found it, try like hell to heal that sucker.