People contemplate that letting go is easy in life, that letting go of things, sentiments and experiences is easy in life; like letting go of sand clutched in the palm, like holding water in the fist, like catching fog in mouth; but it is not like that. And even if it, scars are always left on the places from where the things slipped away from. Like the fragments of dust on the palm, like the remaining water making our hand wet, like our mouth getting cold after we try to trap fog into it.
Scars are always there. And even though scars implies that the person is healed from the pain, the person is actually not healed, the remnants of the wound may not hurt, but they sure make the person feel emotions, it makes them wonder of all the possible 'what ifs', it makes that person regret their a
