Let Yourself Be Broken — Within Your Mess Lies Your Freedom.
Let the pieces fall, strewn across the floor of what was once your shared existence.
Let them lie there. Do not attempt to gather them in your arms, collecting cuts and wounds as you do so. Let them lie there and glimmer in the sun until life itself merges and brings them whole. For it will.
There is hardly a weapon so sharp as that of a broken relationship. Wounded by the shards of its jagged edges, you had held on to that relationship so hard, even as your hands were bleeding. You knew it was not good for you, but still you clutched.
Better to have something sharp and painful than an empty hand…
Your identity rallies against it, calling this thing, this relationship, this shared existence all manner of things from love to hope to the promise of a Hollywood-tinted future.
And now, as the very castle in the sky you had created in your own imagination comes crashing down to the hard reality of the earth’s crust, it smacks you. Bam! It hurts. The immediacy of the shock turns into a dull ache as the days go by.
You want to alleviate the pain. You seek painkillers in the form of distractions, friends, entertainment, or an anesthetizing drink. Of course, it works for a while; the soothing effect of that first gulp of wine, the comforting hug of a loving friend, the joyful escape of a good movie. Temporary fixtures.
As soon as the painkiller wears off, it returns, doesn’t it? That guttural knot in your stomach, that sharp pain in your solar plexus, that dull ache in your chest?
And so it shall return: often without warning. And it is not such a bad thing. We have become too accustomed to seek quick fixes, immediate remedies in a rushed world.
No. Look at it. See it.
As Rumi said, “The wound is where the light enters you.” So fear it not. Go there… to that place you dare not go. Seek solace in your own ability to encompass pain, sadness, and everything in between.
Trust in the infinite wisdom that brings you every experience you need and seek on the path of your own liberation.
No need to deny anything you are feeling and no need to dwell in it either. Be curious. What really lies behind that indignation? Who is that sadness truly for? What idea does that anger mask? Who are you without the story of your own making?
Be curious. For beyond that inquisition lies the key to your freedom.