We are all damaged. We have all been hurt. We have all had to learn painful lessons. We are all recovering from some mistake, loss, betrayal, abuse, injustice or misfortune. All of life is a process of recovery that never ends. We each must find ways to accept and move through the pain and to pick ourselves back up. For each pang of grief, depression, doubt or despair there is an inverse toward renewal that will come to you in time. Each tragedy is an announcement that some good will indeed eventually come. Be patient with yourself.
“The wound is the place where the light enters you” – Rumi
Don’t deny yourself of your own experiences, no matter how tragic or painful they were. They belong to you. When you cover-up your pain within yourself, you are suppressing your best chance to grow. Respect your pain and honor your pain. Those scars are your stripes and badges of honor. Those injuries are a part of your sacred story. Don’t hide from your truth. It is in what you have hidden, that you will find what you have been so desperately seeking. In the heart of your deepest wounds and losses is the essence of your greatest hope. What you thought of as dreadful or shameful was always your greatest treasure, for it has cultivated your deepest understanding. Your pain has brought forth the pearl of your wisdom, compassion and strength. Be proud of who you are.
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in” – Leonard Cohen – Selected Poems, 1956-1968
All beautiful things carry distinctions of imperfection. Your wounds and imperfections are your beauty. Like Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold, we are all perfectly imperfect. Breakage and mending are honest parts of a past which should not be hidden. Your wounds and healing are a part of your history; a part of who you are. Every beautiful thing is damaged. You are that beauty; we all are!
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Hello Ace, thank you for all your investigation into the Julian Assange case. You are pure gold
We are all broken inside when the light fades due to circumstances beyond are control and it takes the ‘ light of God by any name ‘ to enter into our soul and mend the broken way and as in so many people their broken
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True words. Bidding from our pains and struggles only makes it worse. Learning to embrace the experience as either a lesson or a life experience transforms the suffering into a stepping stone in time.
You, Sir, are intelligent indeed. The saying is simply” if someone slaps your face
Finding a way to release it is another very important part of the puzzle. Like many who suffer, I found my release to be in writing. Before I begun writing I had no idea I could write the way I do.
That’s fascinating. The new kids on the block if you watch them over a year bloom
I soon discovered I like poetry and reading and the more I read,the more value I add to myself therefor share to others. True, the light gets in through cracks and like kitsungi beauty reveals in the broken mended.
How lovely. Reading is very addictive. Poetry is intellect we crave! “Words” are fragile like petals on a rose.
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