Broken Things.

We tend to love broken things for some reason... I’m not sure why, but humans love broken things... I’m no different, I admit it and gladly. There’s not much I like better than a beat up old guitar with half shot strings and some wreck of a laptop to make music with. Seemingly our current culture likes to dwell on the heartaches and mishaps of others, through media exposure... I think it’s much harder to fix things that have been broken when you don’t actually expect them to work very well... For instance I notice a lot of people seem to just love watching celebrities go through breakups and it’s sad to me that as a society we get our jollies from seeing people heart broken and miserable. When talking to an acquaintance of mine recently my friend basically said  "Eh it just  makes for good television" as if that was a good enough reason.

Now, I’ve lived with heartache and I’ve found myself broken more than a few times. The fact of the matter is that I only healed when I wanted to. I spent way too long dwelling on the details of how I got to be in such sorry shape, instead of doing the hard work of learning to walk again. I use the term “walk” as a metaphor here, and some writers like the word “fly” but let’s face it... I’m no Eagle, half the time I’m just trying to not be a chicken... 

Truth is that just as broken bones heal and become stronger we as humans sometimes have to be broken to become whole people. I’m not advocating going out and getting your heart broken, and I sure am not championing ANYBODY to leave their spouse or significant other... When I talk about being broken I talk about other aspects of life... Pride, foolishness, fear, anger... Being broken loose from those ties that bind us, so that we can be set free. I’m not a doctor and I’m not a very wise person, my bank account shows I’m not a financial genius... One thing I can safely say is I’m not a quitter. I may be a very challenged contestant in most of the races I am trying to run in... But I’m not a quitter! How about you? What holds you back, what is it in your life that needs broken? Drop me a line, I’d love to talk. 


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