I love the idea of this. In many ways I consider myself to have been broken, many times in many ways. Yet, I consider this to be a blessing. Every time I have been broken, I am put back together and held together by something as precious as gold, my friends and family.

Every break I have signifies something in my life that couldn’t be repaired. The separation of my parents, the death of my father, the death of my son, the breakdown of my relationship with my mother.

 

Because I am only human, I cannot change the past or control the future. Some days I am only just about in the present. Whatever the shape of me is now, I have had to learn to accept it because I cannot change the things that made me what I am today.

 

These broken pieces now are held together with love of those that are still with me and stick with me. I am perfectly imperfect and full of glorious flaws and cracks, but it doesn’t really matter. I am greater than the sum of my parts because it is the others in my life that make me whole again.