You never know how broken a person is. It’s nearly impossible to find a someone who is willing to listen to the truth about the darkness that has enveloped and shaped an individual. It’s strange, but we enjoy our pain in a way. We like to think that no one else has experienced our hurt, that we alone know the depths of sorrow. Each of us wants someone to listen, to hear and appreciate how hard life has been, not necessarily understand or sympathize with us, but to see that we are strong. We want someone to validate our fears and our weak points in a way that we can’t do ourselves. Isn’t it mind boggling, then, just how unwilling the vast majority of us are to listen and hear other’s aches and pains without trying to one-up them? We try to make them feel like their problems don’t matter because ours are so much worse. This is the natural reaction of the human mind.
We are all BROKEN. We all hurt and need healing, we all feel pain that we can’t avoid. There are trials that some of us take harder than others, things that seem tiny in retrospect, but enormous while we are experiencing them. This is the curse that is being HUMAN. Being MORTAL and WEAK. We can bend, we can break, we can change.
But it’s also so beautiful. We are mendable, bendable, breakable, loveable, and endable. We hate, we love, we are passionate, we are instinctive and brave. We fear and we fight. We chase after warmth and light and joy. Whatever and whoever we are, we do what we do and feel what we feel for a reason. Each of us has this grand adventure of a story that would have everyone else on the edge of their seats or cowering back in fear. There are things that an audience couldn’t bear to see, and things that they would pay anything to share in.
As scattered as this is, the main point is to express just how fragile we are. We pretend to be strong, we put on a brave face to impress or to save others from bother. We build thick walls around our delicate hearts and hope in vain that the gesture is enough to shield us from the hurt. We don’t say what needs to be said, we don’t do what needs to be done, and we don’t see what’s directly in front of our faces simply because we fear it. We fear the repercussive pain of rejection that might come about if we offend. We fear the end of things--love, careers, friendships--that haven’t even begun yet. We are all so very fragile.
We are broken. We all need so much love, and yet we all need so desperately to give it.
