Last weekend I started my live-aboard training for becoming a Dive Master, a dream of a long time. In addition to the work on board and leading dives, I had to refresh some rescue diver skills, which led me with bruised legs as the sea was getting quite rough, pushing me against the ladders while I was trying to “rescue an unconscious diver”. Looking at my bruised leg now, it got me thinking of many other bruises I’ve got during my 34 years – inside and outside.
Every bruise has a story. Some go quickly unforgotten, others are more significant and serve as reminders of a life event. My first netball bruise was memorable as I finally felt “belonging” to the tribe, playing for real. Another banana-shaped one I clearly remember from a childhood bike-trip, and of a close friend of a time. Many of the memories associated with bruises and scars remind me of people and of experiences.
Of course not all bruises happen at happy times or bring back good memories. Many bruises, especially internal ones, leave unforgettable scars.
We need all these experiences to become who we are and who we want to be. Me it sometimes helps overcome a painful period in life when I start looking at it as a lesson in life and thinking what I could learn from it.
It’s not fun to get hurt but it’s fun to try living a full-filling life. Life is meant to be lived and part of living is falling down and getting back up. Bruises are part of life and a life truly lived, experienced, and loved, is built on those bruises.
Be they serving as memories or reminders, bruises are an essential part of life. I’ll continue to carry mine proudly and gather energy and strength for the periods where the hurt is internal and life is showing the down-period.