The real me

Only when we go through pain and suffering, will we see the beauty and meaning in life. That is what I believe… All the wounds and the pain I have throughout my life have left their marks on me and surely they are permanent. The ugliness of them strips me off the pure state I once was when I was born but instead of hating on them. I feel quite the opposite because they differentiate me from others and serve as a reminder of what I have been through. This is the real me… Alive and exist in this tattered body and I will love and cherish this awful life of mine.