There are levels to brokenness.
There are things that can be mended.
A broken nail.
A broken toy.
A broken bone.
There are things that can be replaced.
A broken dish.
A broken phone.
A broken window.
And then there are the permanent ones.
A broken trust.
A broken relationship.
A broken heart.
Those are the ones that stay with us. The ones that, even when put behind us, always seem to be etched into our brains. They can't be mended or replaced. You may trust that person again, or get back together with your ex. Your heart may return to a steady rhythm. But there will always be that uneasy feeling in the back of your mind. That doubt.
Will they betray my trust again?
Does he love me the way he did before?
Is my heart ready for this?
The answer may never be clear.
Life is sometimes unforgiving. It's a fucking mess. Parts of it are easily broken, but there's strength in experiencing pain, hardship, and shitty times. Why do we use the phrase "break a leg" to tell someone good luck? Why do we love to tell that story about how we broke our arm in middle school falling out of a tree? Why do we empathize so much with movies whose main character had their heart broken and then lived to be a success story?
There's power to it.
So go ahead. Break a nail. Smash a glass plate. Have your heart broken. Don't regret a single thing.
There are levels to brokenness.
How broken are you?
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Better yet,
How strong are you?
