I’ve heard some say ”you’re not broken, you’re…”
To be honest, I don’t even know how that ends. Because the truth is, we’re all a little (or a lot) broken. We live this thing called life. And guess what? It’s not perfect. It can be really ugly at times. And it will break us at some point. And then watches to see how, or if we put ourselves back together.
And therein lies the beauty. We get to choose how we react to that brokenness. We get to decide if we let ourselves completely crumble and lay on the ground like poor broken Humpty Dumpty, or if we get up and piece ourselves together like beautiful broken Japanese pottery that’s been patched with gold.
We are all broken to some extent. But those cracks get filled with gold (if we allow them to be). They allow us to shine. To teach what we’ve learned through our hardships and to help others in the process. They make us relatable. Because I don’t know about you, but there is no way I could ever relate to someone who puts there life out there like it’s perfect. I don’t even trust someone who appears to live a perfect life. You know why? It doesn’t exist.
Being broken is not a bad thing. It just means we’ve been through trials. It means we’ve been knocked down and have had to find our way back up. It means we’re human and we’ve lived a little life.
It builds us. It’s part of us. It makes us who we are.
Being broken is nothing to be ashamed of. To me, it’s the exact opposite. It’s your chance to say, yeah I’ve been through this and made it out. Stronger, shinier, better, and ready to help others going through it now.
Broken isn’t shameful y’all, it’s beautiful. Embrace all your brokenness and hold your head high. You made it!