As human beings we are inherently flawed and broken. We judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their actions. We pray time and again for forgiveness for our sins, only to continually commit the same ones. We see the world reflected back at us through a distortion mirror, as the image is marred by our own personal biases and distinct perspectives, and yet we are confounded when others see things differently. We inevitably hurt the most the ones we love most. We routinely choose good over great and safety over freedom because we are afraid to take chances that might hurt us. Yet just as stained glass throws a myriad of beautiful shapes and colors against a dark room as the light streaks through it’s broken shards, so too do our flaws accentuate our strengths. In essence, like stained glass, as Hemingway wrote, we are all broken – but that’s how the light gets in.
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Beautifully said but in my completely unbiased opinion, you are less broken than most