For every lesson, a scar. (Blood Father Notebook)
There are many scars that have scorned my flesh, each has a story and a reason to belong. Each serves as a reminder, some remind you of a failure, some remind you that you are still alive, some remind you that you did far worse to others. With each scar a lesson is learned, a lesson that will always be with you, cradling you like a supple mother whispering encouragement in a toddler's ear, reminding you always of your mistake, reminding you of a worst fate should you fail again.
In our life there is no room to fail twice, attempting to strike when you should have blocked, forgetting to check the ground for traps, emerging from the shadows too early... Each failure has one thing in common. It destroys our control of our fates. When you fall destiny is no longer in your hands, when you miss, your lineage could be erased.
Failure destroys our control, without control we are powerless, without power... All that we love will be lost.
