Every people we know have their own sadness, their brokeness breathing through their crevices. At the end of the day, all the people who have our hearts fight with their own demons to keep themselves alive. And that’s the beauty of a human kind, to have flaws, to be ruined, to fall apart.
And universe knows that they have their own shares of struggles and calamities and maybe that’s why we are here, to just love them and cherish the brokeness that have fueled their nerves with and to fathom the years of wounds they learned to outgrown from. And as much as our hearts desires to fix them, we can only fill their cracks with so much love in profusions that they feel in ounces that healing comes from within.
It is then when we also sense that we all require amendments in different ways, but we should know that no god, no power can save us but it is us who save ourselves from drowning, from falling and from days that makes us sad.
Everyone here is made up of empty castles and high walls, we all are fragile hearts, broken dreams and wounded knees however only difference is that we all deal with our damages behind the closed doors with no one else knowing it that’s why we know how it feels to crumble underneath the weight of the world, to collapse in the surface of the earth and to lose the edges of our parts that makes us unusual and uncommon and rare. So it comes naturally to us when we see anyone whose fences are being weak, whose hearts are being shred apart from what’s holding them so frimly, though again we are only supposed to love their unembellished areas while letting them know that they are loved, cared and wanted here and their endeavourments are not going on waste.
We are not meant to change people, neither make alternatives for them, we are here to appreciate the journey they have come a long way from, to celebrate their victories, to support them. We are here to just love them purely with no hidden agendas and self motives, and to watch them grow from very dark places to much calmer water.
But nothing is more profounding than finding people who meets you in the same level of flaws that you are and who keeps you grounded, and who teaches us to just love and only love and nothing else.
Beause nothing we do can fix people, but we can love them instead, their part where they feel horrible, their wars that sounds brutal and their struggles which keeps them awake at night. And the thing is rather trying to save them, we must learn to nurture their bravery, their fortitute and their ability to outstand all of them. And if you know anyone like them, hold them closest to your heart, love them, love them with all of the substance of your soul and watch them how powerful enough they are to save themselves.
Well, that’s not even a bad thing either to not be able to fix anyone, maybe no one requires saving so much but just a hand to hold giving them assurance. Maybe if we learn to accept the flaws more and start to love them, no one in the world will be so much broken in the first place. And perhaps all we need is love, to love and be loved in return and along that way we might know that all our ripped pages have been already glued back together.
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