Recourse, of course.
I have on my hand a scar indefinite. It became resident upon completion of a surgery to reduce the pain that was constant in my knuckle. I was returned the pain that I had wished on many so many years prior. I don't doubt the power it can unleash, as I've seen it war on world for so long. Yet, it was because of it's power, that it suffered the pain it had. It was full circle.
I have a dimple on my right cheek. It adorned me when I decided I would love and clutch my dog tightly. The amount of love I put out was more than he wanted and it was returned with the pain he felt it would take to cause me to refrain. I knew because of this, it is never ideal to overextend oneself, if you don't know how the other entity feels and that's a little easier with dogs than humans, yet my love-mark might be discouraging to that.
I have in the middle of my forehead, a small wave that you might need to be intimately close to me to even notice. It was bestowed upon me , majorly because I chose to believe that living among population was fine. Yet it would be known, that ignorance to microorganisms and the unseen can still affect you. A ringworm was not my friend in my youth, yet I wasn't the only one granted this blessing. Even if I believe in man, it's what I don't know about them that will ultimately come haunting.
The invisible wounds I bear are probably far greater. They are the ones beneath the cutaneous layer. They are the one's that are associated with the mind and the emotions. I learned that my unceasing need to laugh or to have laughter causes the greater idea that I don't invest serious thought, I do, but I'll laugh first then let you know exactly how something should be dealt with. I won't dive too far into this, because in all honesty, it's morose and unnecessary.
I guess what I'm saying is : No matter what I've done to this point, I have always been met with greater than or equal to returning opposing force. I have great drive and live in great depression. I have large dreams and live in constant fear. I feel very free but I know that the freedoms I once thought I had are not real. You can combat some of the physical ailments with drastic procedures but my experience is that it might be an internal sacrifice for it. Although you will wish to build yourself a mountain, the world will work on making it balanced upon a jenga piece soon to be pulled.
I enjoy thinking on this even if I feel my writing for it came out much weaker. I will have lived so much that my death will be but a minimal facet to all that I was. This took a steeper turn than expected. Hrm.