To be human is to experience brokenness.
Brokenness isn’t easy to define. It has different meanings and provokes different feelings from one person to the next. It’s a fractured separation: a broken glass, a broken marriage, a broken promise…
No matter how untouched a subject, imperfections still exist. No matter the experience or the best intentions, sometimes perception says differently. Sometimes brokenness is downright aggressive, unfair and uncalled for.
Brokenness can be ugly if you don’t like…brokenness. It can tear you apart from the inside, leave you ragged like a dirty, tattered cloth. It can push you far into worlds of unknowing and self-doubt. It can leave you there…by yourself…until you don’t see another soul for miles or feel another feel except for your brokenness.
It can destroy if you let it.
Yet, I like to think that being broken is a beautiful thing.