Something I learnt in the last few years.
This body—well, it’s seen better days. It creaks, it aches, it stumbles more than it should. Some mornings, even standing feels like a triumph. But through all of that, something unexpected has settled in—a quiet understanding, shaped as much by the struggles as by the small, fleeting joys.
People see the world in such profoundly different ways, don’t they? One person looks out at a storm and feels awe, maybe even inspiration. Another sees the same storm and feels nothing but dread. Both of them are right, in their own way, even though their truths seem to pull in opposite directions.
It’s easy to get caught up in thinking that only one perspective can be true. I’ve been there. But the more I sit with it, the more I see that truth isn’t a single, solid thing. It’s more like a cracked mirror. Each piece catches the light differently, showing you something new, something you might not have noticed before. The cracks don’t ruin the mirror; they just make it more interesting to look at.
Life feels like that sometimes—messy, fractured, hard to pin down. You think you’ve figured something out, and then a new angle shows up, completely changing how you see it. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe truth isn’t about finding one perfect answer but about learning to hold all the different pieces together without trying to force them to match.
I’m not saying it’s easy. It’s not. When you’re hurting—or just trying to get through the day—it’s hard to see the bigger picture. But even in the middle of that, I’ve noticed how contradictions can sit side by side and somehow still make sense. Pain can teach you things joy never could. Failure can open doors success never will. It’s not one or the other; it’s both, all at once.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s okay if life doesn’t make sense all the time. It’s okay if your truth doesn’t look like someone else’s. The mirror isn’t broken because it’s cracked. It’s just reflecting the world in ways we might not expect.
So, here’s what I’ve learned, in the humblest way I can say it: Let the cracks be there. Let the pieces of your story sit where they are, even if they don’t seem to fit together right now. They’re all part of something bigger, something whole, even if we can’t see it yet. And maybe that’s enough.
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