Contrary to popular belief the events that have transpired have not broken me. I don’t strive to be strong. I don’t strive to be a survivor. I strive to add value and happiness to the world around me.
At the core of who I am is an honest, loving, caring person that sometimes doesn’t say what I want to say because I know that the other person is just who they are and my opinion is just my opinion. In my daily life, I will exclude those that are people who don’t add value and happiness to my life. In my work life, I don’t have that as an option.
So no, I’m not broken. I just think differently. I don’t play political games with people. That doesn’t make me happy and it provides no value. I want to do what is right for the greater good because in my mind that is what will bring the most value and the most happiness to the largest amount of people.
I do care what others think. More people should. It would make for a society where others are respected, that other’s opinions matter, that there is a free flow of ideas and concepts.
The person who races by in their expensive car, that weaves in and out of traffic, that then complains when they get wherever they are going in such a hurry of how no one drives well.
I do need to work more on not caring about other people who do not hold value in the world around them. The person who races by in their expensive car, that weaves in and out of traffic, that then complains when they get wherever they are going in such a hurry of how no one drives well. They are the fabric of what makes our society into the non-caring, self-centered, egotistical culture that it has become.
So no, I may have retreated to lick my wounds. I may have been on the brink of complete despair, I may have lost track of my value, I may not have realized my gifts, I may have allowed others to affect me in a way that it caused me to behave poorly. But I am not broken.
I have cracks that have been repaired and may be at greater risk for breaking again, but the glue of who I am, the people I surround myself with, the gifts that are uniquely me, will repair any old or new cracks that are formed. The glue that repairs those cracks will make me stronger.
So no, I’m not broken, and no, I’m not weak. Through my experiences, I may have broken but with each break, I have emerged glued back together with a stronger understanding of that which is truly important in life. I have a clearer picture of who I am. I am able to spend a day fully in the joy that each day brings.
So no, I’m not broken, I am not weak, I am stronger than you could ever imagine.