Some of us wear our scars on the inside. Hidden. Inscrutable. Buried deep in the substrate of our soul. Others wear their wounds close to the surface. Scratch lightly, and the pain comes pouring out. Either way, it’s our emotional geography which sets these internal internal contour lines.
Life doesn’t always come with a map. When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see forever. But steep hills shape deep valleys. In the darkness, you have to feel your way.