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So, someone pointed out to me recently that someone was "a broken person". At first, I got a little bit mad, since it was someone I care about. But then I thought about it. I mean I really thought about it. I sat down with just my thoughts for a few hours and considered what this means. I thought about it, and I came up with this conclusion. We're all broken. Some of us are more broken than others, but all of us, and I repeat, all of us are broken. We're all missing some part of us. Whether it's a lot, or just a little bit, we're all broken.

We first find that we're broken when we come to that age where we start looking for love, for other people in our lives, or in some cases, start trying to get everyone out of our lives. We see (often subconsciously) that we're missing something, and we start the epic search for someone or something that's going to fit in to that part of us that makes us broken.

However, most of the time, it's not like when you break something in half, and then you just put the two halves back together. It's not like that at all. You find people who start filling in the cracks. They heal up little bits of the pieces that you're missing, but they don't fit in perfectly. One person might just fill out one little fault line, where there are many, and a big piece is missing.

So we start finding people who fill in the cracks, and in turn, we fill in their cracks, and then we depart. However, eventually, that day will come where you find someone who fits in that biggest piece that's missing. Do we need them? Not necessarily. However, if we stay with them, we realize that they fit, and in turn, we fit in that piece they were missing. Now, I'm not saying that they're perfect. You always have cracks and dents (probably why people have kids and jobs), but finally, you are whole. You are a whole, as well as being a part of someone else. And that's where you find real love. Where you two complete each other. You might not make a shape that makes any sense to anyone else but you, but you are a whole, and as long as you find beauty in whatever shape you've formed, you'll be okay.

When you find real love, no matter what happens, everything will be okay.



Original thought:

Yeah, I'm broken, you're broken. We're all broken. But that's what's funny about love. We're all missing some pieces, and no matter how independent and stable, we're all just a little bit broken. That's why we love. Because a day comes where we find someone else who takes that broken part with their own broken part, and they become a whole. That's when we fall in love, when you two become one.