Are you scared of having scars on your body? Well, your body is a scar. What is tissue, matter, where does it come from? All these amounts of carbon, protein, minerals, why have they arranged to create us? Maybe there’s a template in reality which molecules are directed by, maybe all matter is an illusion, maybe our universe is but a growth under the toenail of God, maybe all that is and will be has already happened, but few can claim to know the truth. What we know as fact is that our bodies grow. When this morphing, changing flesh is damaged the wound grows.
What can we define a scar as? Skin becomes torn and as it heals, it becomes tougher, numb, sometimes bulging out around what was once an injury. Put simply, a scar is evidence of protective growth.
What are we? An embryo inflicted by a nurturing environment— we start as parasitic souls attached to tissue building in our mother’s womb, subjected to the weathering of reality. Once we can support ourselves and are a person with a body, no longer residing in the artistic creations of a host organ but existing as a separate entity, we begin to grow. This is protective action.
Our skin becomes thicker, courser, our hormones rewire, we experience painful growth spurts, a keloid of a body. Skin stretches and we see the marks of change. Scars aren’t isolated to damage— but are a response to affect. Our reality consists mostly of harm as even the air we breathe kills as it oxidizes. We more often notice the effects of damage.
These responses are protective, like our body forcing our eyes shut when we attempt to stare at the sun. Our true sensory system can’t handle exposure. Nerves of inner flesh are extremely sensitive to warn us of penetrating substances, so our skin scars over this raw, naked form of us with duller senses. Our perception of hearing would be blown out if the way we experience the world wasn’t scarred over, if we didn’t grow an outer ear to protect the inner ear.
Our soul and the delicate systems it spawns within us are of the utmost sensitivity— our soul and senses connect us to the rest of reality but our matter builds in a way that protects us. Our receptors form scars. I wish I could remember which talk it was, but modern philosopher Dennis Klocek spoke of this scarring as being a natural separation between the self and the other. He spoke of the moving and crossing of boundaries within all things, as all becomes one in it’s intricate dances.
The mind is a scar around the soul to process information, the brain one around the mind to support its functions, our body and its physical structures a scar around the mind and brain. We could not be if we weren’t subject to harm. What we are couldn’t exist. We can never be perfectly safe or always happy, which is good because it keeps us working to be safer and happier. Scars are our bodies way of learning. We are always learning.
Psychological trauma can be referred to as scars on the psyche. Like a tumorous keloid scar that doesn’t know when to quit growing, our coping mechanisms can be maladaptive.
Don’t fear your anxieties and insecurities as they are teaching you where healing is needed, like nerve endings warning the brain of injury. Thank them for informing you. Once you attend to the wound they stem from, they will fade like physical pain over time. This type of mending isn’t always as instinctual as our flesh’s awareness of how to repair itself, but once we fall in line with our natural ability to connect with our values, the rest will follow.
I live with severe trauma. I’m badly scarred physically and mentally. I’m autistic and have a sensory processing disorder. Spirituality makes sense of suffering. A scar is not just a scar— it’s change. We don’t need to fear change. Spirituality doesn’t oppose science or biology but instead supports and enriches it. It’s easy to fear reality but much harder to learn to appreciate it for everything it offers, pain and growth. I live to understand life so I may wish to truly live it. This is the basis of my research, hobbies, and career goals. This is the reason I’m no longer suicidal. Learning about how and why we exist gives me reason to, because everything is beautiful and good, always.
So don’t worry about scarring, we will all have scars when we die. We don’t need to fear life or living. We are alive because we are a scar. The marks on our bodies are normal. These are proof of our success living in this environment, this place far less nurturing than a womb.