I've always been fascinated by scars. The physical ones seem like little decorative items on the skin...the mental ones on the other hand are a bit complicated..'coz you can't quite figure out whether to keep them or discard them..and if you choose any one of the options...the follow-up question usually is..HOW??? Scars be it physical or mental have their own special place in our lives...some get washed away with the passage of time..some you wish would get washed away but they never quite do..they haunt you...they look at you with those ferocious eyes and taunt you...constantly reminding you of the horror and trauma you've suffered...and some are the real special ones....they become a part of your existence...they somehow get merged with your identity...they motivate you in a weird way...'coz they remind you that you've survived them...and here you are...still standing...still breathing...still fighting. You see the thing about scars is that they can either make you or break you...it's upto you as to how you combat this frightening and yet beautiful problem.