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Brokenness
Searching for happiness
A thread of joy in the midst of a chaotic world
Always searching
Always longing
The chasing creates an exhaustion
What is driving the obsession for happiness?
Is happiness experienced proof that we are not broken?
We set about creating our facades
To show we are not broken
So that others might love us
What if it is the brokenness
And the experience of it
That opens our eyes
To the reality
We are all broken
We are all wounded
We all create facades
To make ourselves lovable
But they are facades
And when they crumble and fall away
We are seen for who we are
And in that…Lies the truth
This is who I am
This is what I look like
I am broken by this world
I am wounded and have wounded
I am no more or less than you
We are all…human
What if in the truth we will find our happiness?
