Calluses are a form of scar tissue.
We form scar tissue to protect the tender flesh.
Calluses can grow on hearts as well.
I think of this often as I pass the homeless on the streets. There's only so much of me I can yet afford to lose to softness. So I do not. Not even as much as I can yet afford.
Once you start, there is no ending.
And my heart is callused all over.
Truth.
Truth scars us.
This is a true story, so I guess it is callous indeed.
This is beautiful. Seriously. And calluses can grow, but acknowledging the fact that they exist makes it possible to start chipping through the hardened parts until you rediscover the soft heart underneath. I wish you the best. <3
Thank you. There seems to be more hope for me than it seemed in quite some time. I must say that I resigned myself to living alone, at this point.
Removing the calluses is hard, because even if you want to, they stand in the way. I think the real hardship lies elsewhere though, that all those memories of scarring pain make it so that we simply do not wish to remove the protective tissue.