EveRything IS a bit brOKen

I used to believe that only pursuit worth taking was the one of order and perfection. Better stated, the path of fear and control. No room for mistakes, and no room for alternate paths.

But that life was isolating. It was suffocating. It was unrealistic, and unfulfilling.

I finally took off the rose colored glasses and saw that EveRything IS a bit brOKen. It’s nothing new. It always has been. I had just refused to see it. I had refused to believe that there could be beauty found in the brokenness.

i finally

woke

up.