There is a type of art found in broken things. The defects, the imperfections and the mess it seems to be in makes it an art. An art that is indescribably beautiful, that makes one wonder, how could a broken piece of waste transform into an art?
Broken pieces of lives around us.
Broken people who are hurting, and in pain. The deep wounds that have scared their heart s emotionally permanently. All humanity is in pain and in agony.
The silent unseen loneliness, the dark thoughts hanging above men’s minds, the still tears that fall unceasingly, the sting of rejection, the grave mistakes. The list is infinite.
It starts with us. Our thinking. Every existence of our being is exposed to the dangerous rays of the mind. Everything begins in our mind. The map we draw, the story we write, starts from our mind.
Nonetheless, brokenness is inevitable. It is a phase in life, one of the stages one goes through. A chance to grow, an opportunity to develop.
Through brokenness, humble we become.
Pride shall leave through the cracks in our brokenness.
Pain will depart and say its farewell till we meet again.
And,
A new beginning begun to be spun.
A new chapter in life for you to strive,
A new anticipation you’ve been waiting in patience,
A new reconciliation with your past,
A new peace,
A new you.
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