In today's society, we're often taught that perfection is the ultimate goal. We're encouraged to strive for flawlessness, whether it's in our work, relationships, or even our physical appearance. But what happens when reality doesn't meet these expectations? When life breaks us, and we're left with pieces of ourselves scattered all over the floor.
It's easy to get caught up in the idea that we need to be perfect to be worthy. But I'm here to tell you that's just not true. Imperfection is what makes us human, and it's what allows us to connect with others on a deeper level.
I used to think that broken things were worthless. That they had no purpose or value anymore. But as I've grown older and wiser, I've come to realize that's just not true. Every broken thing has a story to tell, and every imperfection holds a lesson.
It's okay to be broken. It's okay to have scars and wounds. Because it's in those moments of vulnerability that we're forced to confront our own mortality, and the beauty of life becomes so much more profound.
I know it's easy to get caught up in the idea that we need to have all our ducks in a row before we can be happy. But I'm here to tell you that's just not true. Happiness doesn't come from having everything perfect; it comes from embracing the messy middle.
It's okay to not have it all together. It's okay to be broken and still find joy in the midst of chaos.