We are stronger when we are broken
We are all broken, they say. In some way or the other. Standing where I am in Life, with almost half a century behind me (Phew!!!), I see a lot of broken people around. Some just show little cracks that are easily camouflaged; some are so scarred that they fear to feel again; some are oblivious to the ruptures within them and some hurriedly stitch them together to pretend they don't exist, never did. I guess, it's to do with our age. We've been through many summers and there's bound to be luggage that's kind of stuck on. That's life. And that's ok. Being broken is not such a "big deal", anymore - as horrible as that may sound! It truly isn't. If I started a club of these sorts, I'd have waiting lists for entry - I know I will. There are possibly still some around for whom Life has been a breeze, always - but their tribes seem to be dwindling. And quite fast. I'll leave them aside for now. It's the broken one...