Broken and still together

Day 119 of the 365 days of introspection into the self.

Well, my lovely readers, today we are looking at what’s broken but yet still together.

I took this image in Spain in 2020, before the whole world went down the drain and yet it took a breath of fresh air at the same time.

This broken window, in a random alley, somewhere in Spain, just wanted to be immortalised in a picture.

To you is a broken window; to me is a mesmerising web of glass.

Do you not feel drawn to it all of a sudden?

To me, this picture truly is a manifestation of my inner world.

Anyone insisting that their inner world is pristine and clear and in one piece, I suggest you take another look; because you are lying to yourself.

I do not think there is any person on this planet who can say they have not felt broken at any time in their life. But, what about babies? I hear some of you ask. Well, think about the process of birth, and you will realise that we experience trauma when we are born to this world.

Have you ever gotten out of a cosy, warm, well-fed place, just to be faced with someone slapping you, making you scream, feel cold and disorientated?

Now tell how amazing it must feel for a baby to leave the womb and not feel broken.

I also wonder how many babies experience the parental stress through the placenta, through the sounds they hear in the womb? Living off the stress hormones that the mother is releasing, if things do not go according to plan in the adult world.

So, any one of you saying they have never felt like that glass, I would suggest you are lying to yourself. And yet, just like the glass in the picture, you are still holding it together, still going from one day to the next and continue to live your lives. So, I wonder what is it that helps you keep it together?

What is the frame that holds you together?

What is it within you that gives the strength to your glass? And of course, the most important question of all, how many breaks are there in your glass?

Are there any shards missing?

Maybe a piece you lost along the way but never recovered?

Have you even attempted to recover the piece and add it back to the whole?

I am also wondering how much do YOU add to the break in the glass of others, either intentionally or unintentionally?

How many people have tried to tape together your window and yet you know that the sticky tape will not hold for long?

Do you give your power over to others in the hope that they will fix the window on your behalf?

So yes, today I have also found a meaning in a picture, and best of all in a window that is shattered.

I tell you this, you are not broken; you are perfect in all your imperfections; it is the hairline fractures or the big gaping missing shards that makes up the unique being that you are.

Without those cracks you would not have lived.

It is through those exposures that you have grown, developed and are the person you are today.

Is your window broken, and yet is keeping itself together?

Time to take out your diary and take some notes when answering the questions.

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