Burned

A while ago, someone decided to make a movie that represented everything we in the Organization went through.  Characters were made to roughly represent those of us mentioned in the original storytelling (and guess who did the telling?  Our good old friend, Jake), and events in the film not only covered things we had gone through but eerily predicted tragedy that was yet to come.

One of the characters, not so much a main one but a recurring, important one in the aspect of another's life story, was a representation of me.  She has a moment when she tells her old friend that she's proud of her scars and wrinkles because they mean that she's lived.  Jake explained to me that he wanted that included because once, when I was bandaging him up from a nasty encounter, I told him scars mean we aren't afraid to get hurt in life, and I'm proud of every single one, and I'll be proud of my laugh lines and crow's feet because they'll mean I smiled every day in my life.  Apparently it struck a chord with him and now those words are immortalized in a film.  (If you're wondering which movie, the only hint I'm giving is that Jake/Tristan were freaking lucky to get represented by Ashton Kutcher).

I got sunburned the other day helping Tristan with his chores at his parents' so we could earn extra money to live off of while we figure out where to live.  My shoulders hurt like heck but I'm proud of it.  It's proof of a beautiful blue sky, warm summer sun, the smell of hay and cut grass, a breeze whispering in the trees.....  Proof that there IS peace and serenity on this planet.  A reminder of the basic things of Earth that make me love my home.

Evidence that yes, I DID pick up a dead bird with a shovel while Tristan relaxed on the porch swing and said, as I grimaced at him, "You know I'm good for you."