A Wound is a Sign You Fought for Something Meaningful

This is a chapter of a new book I’m working on. I’m writing as much as I can everyday for about an 1h and I decided to share the unedited versions here on the blog. If you’re on Twitter and you need motivation to write, I’m hosting a virtual writing session (#ShutUpAndWriteTwitter) from Monday to Friday at 10pm, London time.

It hurts like hell, I know. Some wounds take a lot of time to scar and, when they do, they may well be reopened by the slightest touch of a blade. Some wounds are ugly green, others yellow, or even white. They never look pretty, now that I think about it. Some smell terribly, and that’s definitely the worst-case scenario. If we have one of those, people can easily spot it before we even enter a room. People might even start running long before our eyelashes have time to touch each other. It’s way smelly for them to handle and we have to respect that.

We can’t let, however, ourselves to be discouraged by it. We need to accept that if we have a really bad-smelling wound, we might have to endure solitude for a while, until we heal and learn through it. More often than not, however, we let ourselves get lost in the pain of our wounds. All we feel is pain at times, and if we allow ourselves to get used to it, we may even forget what a pain-free life feels like. We can’t let ourselves be consumed by our wounds. They act like blackholes and make us disappear once we dive deep into them. We need to keep reminding ourselves that we are not only our wounds and our pain.

We are so much more than that. We are that and all the beautiful lessons we are here to learn. I think life could be easier if we started seeing our wounds as signs of something greater. So, maybe we should reframe the way we look at our wounds. Maybe, we should give them a different meaning. Maybe, we should change our set of questions and ask instead what is the lesson behind a wound? What’s the positive aspect of it? Everything seems made of two poles: small – tall, light – dark. So, what’s on the other side of pain?

I think we retract ourselves when we are in pain. Did you notice that? When we are in pain, our bodies seem to curve. We seem to turn to the most basic human position – we simulate a foetus, crying out for protection, desperately on the look out the gentle touch of another human being. I think what lies on the other side of pain is our ability to blossom, to feel alive. It’s our ability to be a healer. However, in order to move ourselves throughout the spectrum, we need to heal ourselves first. We need to treat our wounds. We need to cherish them and thank them for their existence.

We can do that by learning their positive aspect and their role as seeds of a beautiful future flower. All we have to do is to look at our wounds and observe their potential for making us stronger. Our wounds are important to achieve a better version of ourselves, which otherwise would never be born or see the daylight. Yes, a wound is more than the pain it inflicts. A wound is a sign that you lived and that you are still part of the school of life. It means something was or still is meaningful to you. Now it’s time to treat your older wounds, so you can advance further in your life education – there is so much more to learn.


  1. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. These words feel like they were written just for me. I didn’t even know I needed them but something compelled me to click on your post. I have tears in my eyes because your truth touched me through your words. I am so glad you chose to post this today. The funny thing is that I reframe so many other things…I didn’t think do it for the instance that came up when I read the post.

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    1. Oh thank you, I’m so happy this reached you so deeply and at the right time. I understand and resonate with what you say, reading something through someone else’s words sometimes is the catalyst we were needing, that’s one of the beautiful experiences of blogging ♥️ Sending you much love and hugs!


  2. I’ve often considered our wounds but I never realised they could also smell (if they are infected) and all the implications – keeping some people away and others ‘seeing you coming’ (or smelling). Thank you for your beautifully written thoughts xx

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