Everyone says I'll have scars. They'll be the tell tales signs of my profession, a sort of brand on the life that I chose.
These scars, they say, will burn. They'll blister and bleed, and when they heal I'll acquire more.
Though these scars won't make my hands stronger, like the scars of metaphors and inspirational stories, they will teach me valuable lessons about how to become stronger on my own.
And they do heal. And that's the important thing about pain. It's temporary and fleeting, and when it's gone, you marvel at how you got through it.
And yes, I cut myself practicing to be a chef. Shut up.