I noticed flickers of light on the ground. It was some sort of broken glass. I studied them for a moment, but just walked back inside my home. At this point, instead of grabbing a bucket, I reasoned that it was a nuisance that I could face another day. Years passed, and I forgot about the pieces that didn’t need my attention.
One day, I looked through a clear, perfectly tempered window from my house, free of flaws. There was a thunderstorm, and a heavy pour of rain covered the ground. I looked down at a patch of dirt, noticing the bright reflection of the sun glistening in random places. It was the broken glass. Once again, I thought about turning away, but the light grew brighter. My mind flooded with worry.
“Those jagged pieces may find themselves lodged into a person’s foot,” I thought. It took everything for me to walk outside. I spotted the shards and kicked some dirt over it, feeling somewhat accomplished for lessening the threat.
“You’re not good enough is the most awful lie.”
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Welp, I Guess that Didn’t Work
I thought I did a good thing. But soon, I realized that the glass was not going to ever go beneath the ground. It was always going to reflect the light, especially after a storm. I resolved to once again leave the safety of my home, away from the flawless window, and walk toward the glass, bucket in hand.
I gently picked up the shards with my hands. My skin was lavender scented from freshly applied lotion–barely calloused, hardly strong. Yet I still chose to use them. The glass made me bleed a little. “I guess I should have brought gloves,” I mused.
It was painful to see all the pieces right there. But the freshly disturbed dirt smelled overpowering, and the dew reflecting the light off of the glass was impossible to overlook. It was time to stop ignoring…to stop burying. After some blood, sweat, and some back pain, I looked down at my collection in the bucket. The glass was strangely beautiful, all piled together in there. I smiled, and then tossed it in the trash. But not without one last prang of respect for its refusal to be forgotten. I didn’t need to hold on to it, but by god…I had to do something about it.
Some Topics for Discussion
Has something in your life left you feeling like a pile of broken glass? Is it important to acknowledge our flaws/unhealthy patterns? Does this topic remind you an awful lot of K-Pop Demon Hunters? (Same!) Leave a comment below ⬇️
A Lil’ Disclaimer about comments:
This blog is meant to be a springboard for discussions on some tough topics. It’s so easy to feel alone, but you’re not!
That hurt you feel? Someone knows it, too.
It doesn’t mean your hurt is less important. It means that you’ve got someone out there that is bound to understand. At least a little.
Things can get tricky. Not all people are kind. But most are just trying to survive.
It’s important to honor the nuances in what someone else is going through, too. Your experience is your own.
It’s complicated, yes.
I’m happy to encourage others to share their stories. Like on any other platform, vulnerability comes with risks. Don’t share unless you feel comfortable. You can count on me in the meantime to put it all out there. 😅
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