I am a nerd. Actually, I am the evolution of nerds. No longer are nerds portrayed by a Steve Urkel image you know the anti-social, non dressing, never quite say the right thing type of person. Myself, along with several of my friends, have changed the image of nerds. Our biggest joy is playing videogames, and we are so serious about it that we order games from Japan.
Recently a cartoon entitled “Naruto” debuted in America followed by the game, but my friends and I have been playing it for three years. We loved this game so much that each week we downloaded the Japanese cartoon episode so we could understand each character’s motives and reasons behind his moves. So it was during one episode that one phrase would stick with me forever.
In “Naruto” there are many characters, some pure good, some pure evil, and others confused with both characteristics. One misguided ninja, Gaara, was incapable of being harmed and was outcasted by everyone because they feared him.
So one day he asked the only person who tolerated him what pain was. His response to Gaara was there are two types of wounds, physical wounds and wounds of the heart. Physical wounds hurt temporarily and can heal, but wounds of the heart leave permanent scars and never heal. These wounds of the heart lead to the definition of your character as you try to survive with the pain and ugliness of the scar.
That hit me hard.
It made me think of events in my life and I realized I have not been dealing with my wounds very well. For instance, when I was 15, I was so in love with a girl. As far as I was concerned we had the perfect relationship and I even had premature thoughts of marrying her.
Then one day the unthinkable happened, she cheated on me. But the worst part about it was she cheated on me with another woman. I never bounced back from that blow. It took me a while to open up to women again, but even still today I dislike 90 percent of all light-skinned girls and I do not like short people.
Now normally in my editorials I present a problem, provide the background behind it, and offer a soul saving solution that could better the world. But if you are looking for that in this one, I am sorry to say that I will disappoint you. I cannot offer a solution to this problem because I still have not conquered it nor have I any clue around it. But my purpose is to stop people from self-destructing.
Wounds of the heart are painful and destructive and there is no way around them. But we can make them worse, and often times we do. As we hold onto the problem, it festers and poisons us even more.
I have seen what keeping heart wounds to yourself can do. A very close family member of mine almost let it destroy them, literally. As a result this loved one can no longer work and struggles to enjoy some of life’s simplest pleasures. The pain of the problem is enough, we do not need to make it worse.
Each person has their individual way of dealing with problems, but sometimes we need more than our own perspective to help us overcome obstacles. No one is so strong that they can survive everything on their own, nor or we so smart that every decision we make is right. Sometimes if we would just talk to someone they could help us overcome our problem better than we could.
As a child we all ran to mommy to put a band-aid on our wounds and kiss it to make it better. We need to get back into that because assistance does make things better. The scar may never heal, but it doesn’t have to grow and get infected.
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Real war wounds leave you scarred for life!
November 17, 2006
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