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 ones that fascinate me these days. The ones that acknowledge the wear and tear. The ones that let their indomitable spirit out from those very cracks. The ones that fall, but learn to rise each time, despite the toll of each fall...


Yes, I have seen people losing their loved ones, through death or choices; I have seen fortune turn tides; I have seen many dreams held at ransom. And yet, I am amazed by the resilience that I have also seen - shining through, even in places that I wouldn't have expected it to.

It reminds me that we, humans, are by nature, survivors, for many, many centuries. It takes a lot to bring us down and keep us there. Wars have been fought and nations have risen again. Families have been uprooted and yet survived and set up homes again, in unknown lands. Individuals have been hit time and time again by misfortune but yet managed to keep their hearts beating and their desires to see it through burning. 

We may seek solace in different things, we may seek support in many different ways, yet we are united in our strife for living on, and doing better, despite the anger, the hurt and the disappointments. 

I still see so much of this around that I realize - all is not lost, not yet.  
And I am convinced that we, who have been broken in some way or another, are indeed stronger than before. Even if we don't always know it ourselves. 

So this goes out for all those out there that feel pain in their lives and yet are fighting in their own ways, to allow the light through .....to hang in there, with hope and trust.... of a softer tomorrow....

Please remember: 

"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength; move on." - Henry Rollins


May God always be with you <3

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