The Magic of Being Broken
Embracing Imperfection
We all know Perfection lies outside human reach, an enticing illusion of what we are supposed to be, stealing us away from ourselves, propelling us towards some goal beyond our humanity. But what if the secrets we seek lie within, coded in our DNA, long forgotten like a treasure hidden in plain view? This much I know: Our highest potential is found in simplicity, waiting to be discovered like a child playing hide and seek, growing impatient as we search in distant places, trying not to burst into laughter as we approach near.
Perfectionism is a curse, a dark lie; an act of fear.
Afraid to be ourselves, afraid to show our failures, we pick up the pieces that make us proud, no matter how few they may be or how incomplete they leave us. Our humanity was meant to be embraced, lived strong and bright like a bolt of lightning splitting the air on a warm, Spring day.
If only we were brave enough to be ourselves, gathering all the pieces that would make us whole, no matter how broken, chipped, or dull, pulling ourselves together, shining bright without pride, displaying our true selves without shame.
