We are all broken.
It’s true, we all are. At times a little chipped and at others smashed with only hope and superglue to save us.
We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, bruised and imprisoned. We all know that, no matter how hard we try to pretend to be normal, we are insane in our own sweet little ways.
We all are wildflowers, yet we tend to be rose, all proper and sober.
We have thousands of voices whisphering in our heads all the time. We fall silently and rise up secretly.
We pretend to be happy but we are crazy and foolish, absurd and weird, ridiculous in our own ways beyond imagination.
We are all humans with numerous flaws and countless imperfections but we are the one who have within them the gift of magic.
Crunching numbers, scribbling drawings, blabbering words, reading the atrocious, dancing the craziest, singing the broken songs, precisely make us human.
We cry ourselves to sleep for the fact we are weird and insane but have we ever realised we are insanely beautiful in our own special ways.
Yet we complain to ourselves- “Why life isn’t fair”?
Our idea of fairness isn’t actually obtainable. It’s really just a cloak of desireable thinking.
Can we just imagine how insane life would be if it is actually fair to everyone?
No one could fancy anyone who wasn’t the love of their life, for fear of breaking heart.
Companies would only fail if everyone worked for them were evil. Relationships would only end when both partners die simultaneously.
Most of us get so hung up on how we think the world should work that we can’t see how it does. But facing that reality might just be the key to unlocking our understanding of the world, and with it all of our potential.
Time is to realise our gifts, dear broken souls, for even bird with broken wings never give up the greatest desire, the desire to soar high into the vast blue sky….