464: Taking Over

I don't know how I got it, but for the longest time there was an imperfection on one of my knees, an extra layer of skin, scar like that just seemed to appear one day. I didn't like it and I always took it as a physical manifestation of the concept that you can't go back. Life changes, things move forward and no matter how much you'd like to erase some things, they're there, stuck, like the imperfection on my knee. Oddly a couple years ago the imperfection disappeared. It turned out it wasn't a scar, but some sort of irritation trapped deep within my flesh that was working its way out and made the weird skin flaw in the process. When the foreign body worked its way out, the skin imperfection fell off, leaving both knees fairly identical and smooth. Perhaps this is symbolic that it is never too late to banish old regrets...