“We are broken children living in adult size, made from broken pieces, cracks scattering the light…”

A line from a poem written long ago. Still fresh as the day I wrote it. 

I can choose to look at life from a broken point of view, or I can put my pieces back together and see the beauty in being broken and reborn. 

My light might have cracks; there are shadows here and there, but I can still shine. 

Yes, I dim from time to time, but even the sun hides its glory behind a cloud sometimes.

And it’s funny to think that when the sun is behind the cloud, that’s when the effect of the brightness of its rays linger longer on our skin. 

So maybe we dim so we, and others, appreciate our light more…

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