Broken?
This is another somewhat poetic piece of my free write poetry and thoughts. I composed this quite a while ago, but in reading it through, had things to add. Those are the bolded pieces.
Today I am feeling quite philosophical- I am learning about lifestyles and ideas- there are few things I love to learn about more.
I become torn between whether humans are broken or not. But I have decided they are. I mean, I am broken. I am very broken. I've hurt and fallen and bled, and there are still parts of me, no matter how tiny, that are still injured-still bleeding-that may never heal. I see the world through my own, skewed eyes, perceiving, understanding, and creating in a vision of smoke- visible to only some, as do we all. I make judgments and say mean things. I don't always understand and, essentially, I'm imperfect in my own perfect way. But aren't we all? Everyone is broken. Everyone is in pain. Everyone bleeds. Everyone has seen death and has been drowning, under their very own conscious. Everyone screws up. Everyone fights to survive, to be happy, to live. If you really think about it, every American, maybe every human has had, will have, or does have some sort of mental illness. Cutting, for example, seems to have become unbearably common. I think that those who really lose it, lose themselves and lose their mind, or who have fallen have broken at a time in their life. And we have never fully healed- so we are broken, and flawed, and lost.
We all are. But what makes a person genuinely beautiful? I believe that it is their pain. The beauty of a person is in their personal imperfection. It is how they hurt and struggle, daily. It is how they over come, try to overcome, or do not overcome their own personal darkness. That is beautiful and unique. People do not see it. But some do and that is special: those people are a very special kind of people. Often times when someone sees that kind of beauty in another, it creates a deep connection, consistently leading to friendship and understanding, sometimes even a romantic relationship with the potential power to truly change the world. So, are we broken? Or are we, to put it simply, beautiful? Maybe we are both.
That's why the world is so beautiful to those who see. Because it is filled with all of these hurt human beings who simply want another hurt human being to understand them. That is beautiful.
Today I am feeling quite philosophical- I am learning about lifestyles and ideas- there are few things I love to learn about more.
I become torn between whether humans are broken or not. But I have decided they are. I mean, I am broken. I am very broken. I've hurt and fallen and bled, and there are still parts of me, no matter how tiny, that are still injured-still bleeding-that may never heal. I see the world through my own, skewed eyes, perceiving, understanding, and creating in a vision of smoke- visible to only some, as do we all. I make judgments and say mean things. I don't always understand and, essentially, I'm imperfect in my own perfect way. But aren't we all? Everyone is broken. Everyone is in pain. Everyone bleeds. Everyone has seen death and has been drowning, under their very own conscious. Everyone screws up. Everyone fights to survive, to be happy, to live. If you really think about it, every American, maybe every human has had, will have, or does have some sort of mental illness. Cutting, for example, seems to have become unbearably common. I think that those who really lose it, lose themselves and lose their mind, or who have fallen have broken at a time in their life. And we have never fully healed- so we are broken, and flawed, and lost.
We all are. But what makes a person genuinely beautiful? I believe that it is their pain. The beauty of a person is in their personal imperfection. It is how they hurt and struggle, daily. It is how they over come, try to overcome, or do not overcome their own personal darkness. That is beautiful and unique. People do not see it. But some do and that is special: those people are a very special kind of people. Often times when someone sees that kind of beauty in another, it creates a deep connection, consistently leading to friendship and understanding, sometimes even a romantic relationship with the potential power to truly change the world. So, are we broken? Or are we, to put it simply, beautiful? Maybe we are both.
That's why the world is so beautiful to those who see. Because it is filled with all of these hurt human beings who simply want another hurt human being to understand them. That is beautiful.
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