I had a thought last month when I was on vacation – the best time for random ponderings.
What if we are born wounded already? And what if our experiences are not meant to cause those wounds but instead are meant to be tools to help us heal from those wounds we entered this life with already?
There are absolutely holes to this theory, and I’m not sure I even fully believe it. But random ponderings and incomplete thoughts like these are worth exploring even if they end up in a dead end. How are we supposed to make the most of this life and find our way through it if we don’t turn it upside down every once in a while and figure it out however we can?
