I like broken people. People that are deeply flawed and humbled by their own failures. Maybe because I’ve always considered myself one of them.
Maybe because I can relate to how horrendously painful life can be and how deeply it can scar you, leave you mutilated from the inside out, with no one to see or understand the depth of the trauma endured.
Maybe because I know how hard it can all be.
I genuinely don’t understand people who are oblivious to the turmoils in this world. Whose sight is so narrow that they can’t be concerned or bothered with anything but their own trivial little circumstances and issues.
Who can’t or don’t want to see the problems of our lifetime. People perfectly content to live their entire lives with their head in the ground only thinking of themselves and theirs.
There is a vastness in life that encompasses multitude upon multitude of vantage points. What we see, know, grasp with our little brains and handful of senses is a drop in an endless sea of possibilities, probabilities and happenings.
I don’t purport to know it all, most, or even one small fraction of the truth. In fact, I’ll be the first to tell you it may all be lies. I only know what I believe to be real and where my heart tells me to go.
Granted I am not out here winning any medals with my decisions in life. But I can stand behind the majority of my actions because they were done with good intentions and with me doing the best I could at that given time. And that’s all that can be asked of me.
But still here. Still going. Still a chance to live the life my heart and soul tell me I have every right to enjoy, even with all the pain involved. I can find the glory in it.