A long time ago, I suffered a deep wound. I had received cuts like it before, but this one went a lot deeper than the others. And even though I knew it hurt like no other, I simply slapped a Band-Aid on it, like I always had, and moved on. Every now and then, I would feel the ache from it and see that it still had not healed. All the others had healed just fine. I even forgot about most of them. But, this one, it still lingered, never able to close on its own.
So, recently, I came to my senses. I realized that if I just rip that Band-Aid off, I could clean it up, sort out the damage and stitch it up properly in order to get some real healing. Sure, it might leave a scar, but it would finally be healed.
It’s a funny thing, ripping off that Band-Aid. You stare at it. You wonder what is the best angle you can grip it at to tear it off quickly. You might even contemplate whether it is worth it at all to rip it off, or just let the adhesive wear down and it will eventually come off itself. However, this Band-Aid was never going to fall off on its own. It was holding on for dear life. Every day it would convince itself that it was doing its job.
I gave in. I ripped it off. What a relief! I have to say, it was a very liberating feeling. I thought that keeping that bandage on was what was keeping me going. I agonized for days anticipating the pain of getting rid of it. I even thought that tearing it off was going to be the beginning of an ordeal of stinging antiseptic and piercing stitching. It turns out, the first step was the final step. I already feel like I am healing. And no matter what the cost of the medical treatment in the end, I think that I have already paid the price.
To be continued? Maybe…