The shit we do

Over time everyone builds up a healthy amount of wounds, scars, nagging injuries or broken bones.

The funny thing is we take this in as part of life and accept it. That time you feel down the stairs when you were drunk and fucked up your knee, when you were a kid and fell off the playground and busted your arm, that asshole that cross checked you into the boards from behind and screwed the disks in your back.

That is life right there. Everyone expects these, and injuries or scars like these make the best stories or tales to tell your friends as you grow up.

But what are these really?

That knee of yours, with the scar running down it from when you smashed it against the wall? That fluid isn't coming back. When you're old and your body starts to call it quits piece by piece, that knee is already hurt. That knee might be the thing that gives when you're going up stairs and breaks your hip which could confine you to a bed for the rest of your diminished time. That shoulder injury you sustained makes it impossible to do a job you need to make sure your family gets by. Your screwed up back gets worse and worse and prevents you from sleeping which slowly drives you insane and makes you think awful things to your eventual suicide. It's not as far fetched or implausible as it sounds.

So what about the emotional damage that is inevitably done to you? What does that do to your personality or character? Will it really affect your major life decisions or will you always follow the path you thought you would when you were 18?

Weird. Not really going anywhere with this though.