The Beauty Of Our Broken Hearts.

Those days when the night seems to never end and the days drag on.

The beat in your chest races then fades away. And little by little there is a faint and a dim light that keeps fading too.

And your only hope now is that it doesn’t go all the way out.

You pull and it tugs.
You let go at the wrong time.
Timing is everything and no matter what you do, you just can’t pull it all back together.

Being human includes broken pieces.
The ones that shatter or break into a million pieces.

The ones you don’t even know you can find to put back together again and it includes the pieces that break in half.

And sometimes things crack so that you can just start to see the separation but it doesn’t come all the way apart.

There are a thousand way to break something.
Big or small, it feels broken. scratched and damaged.

And through those broken pieces we mend.
We find out how strong we are when we figure out how to keep it together.

When we don’t want anyone to see.
When we are vulnerable, real and authentic.

Like the Velveteen Rabbit, being real doesn’t mean you are perfect, it’s quite the contrary.

Being real means you are loved and your parts are worn and oftentimes tattered.

Being real means you break.
Maybe not in a million pieces but you break and as you break you mend.

There is a tradition in Japan called Kintsugi.
This is when a piece of ceramic breaks or cracks, the repair technique is to use gold, silver or platinum to repair what has been broken.

Being broken is not something to be ashamed of, cover up or hide.

To mend the broken pieces with something even more aesthetically pleasing and valuable is a brilliant way to deliver that message to us.

The lost moments that create our path, the stories we tell ourselves and the broken parts we feel we are made of must be embraced for the beauty it holds.

What makes love beautiful is the broken hearts and to mend yeh pieces by “joining” it, not in trying to “fix” it is the beauty in the imperfection of our own humanity.

This compassion and awareness to the things we don’t control, to that which is outside of ourselves and to those pieces we hold onto and can’t let go is the gold that hold us together.

Perhaps the truth is that we aren’t broken at all and therefore need no fixing.

We are all just pieces of ourselves that’s when highlighted in gold are so much more beautiful because it’s real and authentic.

We know we are worthy of so much more when we are real because when we break we see ourselves for what we are in all of our vulnerability.

It is through those broken pieces that we mend and become more and more beautiful.

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