The Shadowing

Tonino Bello wrote: “Every one of us has their own boulder. An enormous stone at the mouth of the soul that starves it of oxygen, that keeps us in an icy grip; that blocks out every ray of light, that stops communication with other people.”
Scars was: giving us the chance to move this boulder and let a little light into our souls. To bring a piece of us which had always been in the dark outside and to realize that actually, showing it wasn’t dangerous.
Scars was trusting each other, with care, tenderness and spontaneity.
We are not just talking about disfigurements of the soul, but real open wounds, bloody and hidden. Deformities inside us. Like living in apnea, with two titanium bars in your back and two bars of indeterminate fear in your heart.
Feeling always to blame, always in the wrong, creators of continuous failures. A vicious circle in which you yourself create the conditions to fail so that you can say to yourself: “See? It doesn’t change anything. Whatever the effort or struggle, the result is always the same. Or even worse.” But taking a closer look, happy experiences grew out of the peace of being able to “admit” and share these wounds, giving them a form and transforming them into Scars.