To live a life unscathed is to not truly live. 

As an eternally flawed species, we have no better choice in this life but to find beauty in our shortcomings. But how can something broken be beautiful? 

This week has probably been the worst of my life, and with terrible moments usually come a boatload of humility delivered to the soul. That humility, if appreciated I believe, makes us all better. They say happiness is a choice…maybe finding beauty in brokenness is too. Ultimately our choices are what make us broken or healed. 

Hurt people, hurt people. 

Healed people, heal. 

And above all else, I believe this higher power, this being that I’ve been confiding in, and giving my pain to, and hoping deeply in, can heal me of things greater than any earthly scar can wear. 


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