It was a minor incision (later, she had surgery to remove the scar), but it’s easy to think of it as some kind of war wound for a life lived so magnificently.
She had circles under her eyes, and on each cheek a line that ran from top to bottom that I`d never seen before, that weren`t yet deep, but already marked her like scars.
Instead of constantly peeling away the scabs of life to see how things are healing underneath, decide what you want out of life, what traits are required to obtain what you want, and then act.