INTRODUCTION
The Broken Cup- My momentous childhood
It was etched in my memory that, as a child, many times, I had fragile items in my hand that were left broken. I was a cack-handed one. I barely noticed it, but it easily slipped into my hand undeliberately. My favorite thing to break? A vessel! Anything of its kind, be it a cup or something to hold or transport something.
Partly wacky to recall, but truly, my parents were not being regretful at all, although they would be reprimanding me after so many times repeating a cyclical mistakes, probably in my whole childhood😅. But to hold those breakables once more was an absolute okay.
A News That Broke My Heart
When I was 12 years old a sad news not just broke our silence early morning but broke our hearts as well when my 1st cousin died on an accident. I have known him because there was a time that he stayed with us in Mandaue on a vacation. He was so funny and always shared jokes with us, cousins. But my favorite that time was when he started telling about horrors.
This Crashed My Heart Deeply
Not to forget, when a friend of mine was gone to a point of no return. It broke my heart more deeply, upon knowing that sorrowful news. There was some point that I remorsed over it, how I wished I had called up to her or locate her number through our neighbors in the previous years. We separated by each others fate, thrive with our own struggles in life and eventually we lose contacts with each other. Up until I came across with our neighbor before and asked about her. There, she told me that she's gone. It crashed my heart and with a sigh of regret as I recalled our moment as co workers and as a friend whom I could turn to when I was troubled and a person you can laugh with unstoppably.
The song "Bestfriend" was our theme song. I forgot who suggested this song among us, however as far as I remembered we both agreed it. Here's part of the song that says...
are hard to find
But I know I'm not that kind
They come and go and
sometimes leave us behind
LIKE A WIND THAT PASSES BY
When you need a friend
That you can depend
You can count on me because
you're my best friend
When you're feeling down
And your heart is hurt
You can call on me and
I'll be there for you friend"
A phrase from the song...like a wind that passes by....is a truth. Everything under the heat of the sun is a changing wind and a shifting sand. Everthing is temporary and keeps changing. But the magic moment of a short yet special togetherness as a friend remained rested in my crashed heart.
And all these have something in common when I was a child...its undeliberate...I didn't mean to be broken.
REALIZATION
As we begin to step up an increase of age, we begin to realize and experience a more intense brokenness. Perhaps you have experienced being financially broke but you can't turn to no one for help or hesitant to ask for help because you are afraid that you might be rejected. Family separation that causes confusion and irremediable solution becomes impossible, death of dear ones so hard to condole ourselves of the sudden inevitable reality, to drowning into depression in manners so hard to bring you in a safe shore.
You and I may experience ransack of emotional outbreak sometimes, due to the abovementioned stressors. Additonally, taking into account more, an experience where you have to relived same past experience and as a result re-injury occured. Or else we broke others heart through our mistakes. It is a time to be persuaded by life's offered chances in order to correct our own flaws and become repentive over it. Earn to vent healthy by applying the lessons taught by it. Later we will become a better version of ourselves.
God permits heartaches for a reason because there's no authenticated record of the best story revision than a person who passed the tests of being broken. Because lovely things are continually up coming our way and sometimes just in a messed up packages. Therefore there's a life-reviving beauty in brokenness just try to magnify it through the lens of your heart. Each and everyone can be a vessel beautifully broken!
Photos Below Symbolize That Shred Things Can Be Manually Stitched and Be Digitally Crafted through Canva
Have a break it's time to read.🥰 That would be all for today. Until my next blog.