Cracked vessel

Presumably you are a vessel.
Lets say in this case, a vase. ceramic or glass, something that breaks.

Throughout your life, you encounter series of events that challenge your strength, your internal strengh I meant. You have been taught to be strong, to fight and to hold on. To embrace the fact that nothing is perfect and nobody is going to pick you up if you did not get up yourself. So you mend your broken heart, you nurse your wound, you cried in pain.....all by yourself.

Like what people always said;
"What doesn't kills you, make you stronger."

Now I wonder what good it does if become stronger has transformed you to become heartless, to become numb of the pain that you no longer shed any tears even when you wanted to. You grew up to be somebody that you thought you supposed to be. You thought that an adult shouldn't cry even if it hurts, never shows the fear even when if it really scares you, you just don't react to the situation as you used to be.

The vase, it broke multiple times. And you without fail, pick up those broken pieces though it makes you bleed. You glued it all together, and TADAA!!! It is as good as before. (or at least what it looks like)
But you know it has defect, because you lost those minute pieces. Everytime you pour water in the vase, it leaks but nobody noticed it except for you.

You live in denial, oblivion and forever hiding the truth, thinking that if people doesn't noticed, it means that everything is still in the 'okay' scale. But you forgot, you cannot store anything in the vessel because it is broken. You could but you wouldn't throw it away and just get a new one because then people would know that your vessel is broken and you have to swallow your pride to face them, to admit that YOU ARE BROKEN.







Do you think we can be that innocent again?

Because you know, I am sick of hiding in the adulthood.

“How hurtful it can be to deny one’s true self and live a life of lies just to appease others.”

—	June Ahern