Broken by Life

Broken

When you see that word, what do you think of? What do you feel?

Broken. Like when when a baseball hits the window and it shatters instantly.
Broken. Like when you drop a glass on the floor and it leaves a crack, but over time, that crack takes over the entire cup before it’s eventually unusable.
Broken. Like when you were a kid and you got a new toy, but you abused the directions to the point that it just stops working the way it was intended to be used.

I never like to think of us, as people, as objects, but I think it’s an easy comparison.

Some people have such strong personalities. They can take criticism and speculation of others, and it’s like it just rolls right off of their skin. It’s as if it doesn’t phase them and they are able to continue their days as if the comments didn’t exist. But time deteriorates everything.

There’s some people whose skin isn’t so tough. It’s as if the outer layer to their heart and mind is made of tissue paper, at times. Any critical comment seems to be able to break through that sheer barrier and those words can bounce around in their head for any length of time.

These are two very different kind of people, and I think we all can filter ourselves somewhere between these variations. But no matter where in line you stand, not one of us is invincible. We all have breaking points.

We all have soft spots. You know, things that when you get on the topic of them, you get an excess wave of emotions, whether it be passionate, excitement, or sadness.

We’re all getting broken. We’re all being worn down just by living. And I think the fear of breaking is what holds people back from really experiencing things. I know that’s what it’s doing to me.

Not one of us can live this life without getting broken by something. But you know what? Broken pieces can be fixed. Windows can be repaired. Glasses can be cleaned up. And toys can be taken apart and put back together again. No, it’s not going to be brand new. No, it’s not going to be as perfect as it was to start with. But it’s as good as it can get.

That’s how we have to start living. Don’t be afraid of breaking, be afraid of not living enough. In the end, hopefully we’ll all be 80 and wrinkly together and you’ll be able to see that everyone has some battle wounds. That’s the result of life.

So don’t look at that hole in your shield as a sign of you losing, look at it as a sign of living.

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