Ever marvel at how we can muster the strength to put ourselves back together after our life is shattered?
Maybe it was a death. A cherished soul mate. Or a child met only briefly.
Maybe it was a relationship. A divorce. A best-friend-forever moving. A child that walked away.
Whatever the cause, putting a shattered life back together is an immense challenge.
It is work. Exhausting, depleting work.
There we are. Standing in the middle of an infinite room with a thousand thousand pieces lying about us.
Shards that sparkle and rudely pierce our darkest grief.
A task. A chore so vast that some shrivel away.
A task. So profound that only the strength of shear survival compels us to rebuild.
We do it. Piece by piece we manage to find a way to do it.
We start, one by one of course. And deep down we know that what we are building is new and different.losing a
We know it will not be the same.
It is impossible.
Some of the pieces from that shattered life are now missing, we realize.
Some of them will never fit the same together. Ever again.
Maybe. Just maybe, some of them we choose to leave alone.
Maybe. Just maybe, we pick up a new piece instead.
One by one, slowly and painfully the pieces are fit together until one day we become aware that we’ve built a new life.
Shiny, scary new in some places. Worn and comfortable in others.
And here or there a hole. A scar. A reminder of the thousand thousand pieces that once were.
But – a life rebuilt at last.
A testament to our tenacity. A banner of pure commitment to live. An example to each other.