Every relationship has cyclical ups and downs. Sometimes we are at the top; other times, we are way down.
Some time ago, I saw an image on Instagram that said that our relationships had to be like the graph of an electrocardiogram: with peaks and valleys, because that's how they would be normal. If our relationships, or some one in particular, was flat; that is, without ups and downs, then (like the heart in that special heart study) it was dead....
That made me think on the type of relationships we maintain on a daily basis: work, social, neighborhood, emotional, family relationships ....
Analyzing them, which should not necessarily be summarized as those of the primary family, I found a whole symbolism that represents them: the wounds on the skin are an almost exact reflection of how we live (or suffer) these types of relationships.
Unlike the intimate bonds that we establish -if we are lucky- with people who grant us and choose us to relate (as a student does with a teacher, to whom he grants recognized authority; or an athlete to his coach, etc.), in general, the authority of family is imposed by civil or blood commandments.
With few and rare exceptions, such acknowledgements of special affection, authority or bonding in family ties rarely occur spontaneously.
And, on the opposite, the accumulation of some serious wounds along the skin of life is very frequent...
Wounds that sometimes heals by themselves or that require some special treatment (spiritual or emotional); that never end up healing, or that remain open for life.
On these last two I've concentrated the image we have of skin wounds.
As if the latter (the skin) were the canvas of our lives, on which all our life stories are painted over and over again; a detailed observation of it will make us see that there are serious wounds that "closes for second", but underneath remain with the rottenness of the pain suffered and the unresolved and unhealed experience. Then, a simple "touch" of that part of the skin (of our life, in fact) makes the wound burst and the pain accumulated by long periods of time of silent and endured suffering, comes out...
And so we see, then, that the purulence begins to emanate uncontrollably and without the possibility of draining it quickly to heal the wound. On the opposite, we realize -with pain and surprise- that it will require some time to drain it, to recover that part of the skin (that part of life) affected.
Something similar happens when the wound never heals and always remains open, except that, in this case, the pain and suffering are daily conscious to us and, therefore, we automatically apply the "anesthesia" of the attempt to forget, the false bandage of avoidance.
In any case -this has been my personal experience-, even if we manage to make everything sufficiently healing, for the necessary time, and the wound heals, the part of that affected skin (that is, that portion of life) will not be the same: the scar will remain ugly, large or deep..., on which our canvas will hardly be able to receive a good image, because it will be distorted by the healed wound.
I believe that, beyond the capacity we have to solve or heal any kind of wounds, those that are familiar sometimes constitute a real vital drama that lasts a great part of our existence and, in some cases, they do not even manage to heal, because they always accumulate a little more purulence underneath the appearances...
May we be able to look at our wounds on our skin to analyze them with sincerity and begin the path of their healing, so that we can then renew our canvases and clean them..., giving the possibility to the beautiful images and experiences that destiny permanently gives us to enter and remain in our lives.
We have to realize that this subject that can disturb us so much is, in reality, something whose healing power depends exclusively on ourselves, is a matter of skin ...