Shattered Mirror

"I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me."
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
chellaa chellaa
22-25, F
3 Responses Sep 2, 2011

And what would you rather be? A broken existence that can only be a shattered reflection of what it once was, or a thousand pieces of your own self, but yet each in itself still complete, uneven but whole... Sometimes there isn't anything left to repair, time turns the larva into a cocoon, a cocoon into a moth. And we marvel at the metamorphosis. But who knows what the moth craves for, we see it fly and rejoice in the beauty of it all, and might it not be that the moth yearns for comfort of a leaf. Or the sedation of the cocoon. Who knows what time will make of evrything that we call ourselves and how. But know this- it will do so for sure and will offer you naught but pain if you resist and oblivion if you dont. Those are the choices you get to make. Live in pain, or stay oblivious of youself.

How many of us are fragmented reflections of all we were really meant to be?

very well said..... <br />
nobody else can understand the pain of a broken heart..... it cannot be repaired...