What if we crave brokenness?
What if the only thing that is ever ‘right’ is the things that are all wrong because they hurt us and torture us?
Ambition. Longing. Chaos. Distraction. All the things we love most. They wear us thin and lead us to people who try to piece us together. Sometimes they can, sometimes they can’t. We make ourselves fragile. Is it on purpose? What if we like being fragile?
I don’t like having to lean on people. I don’t like the constant, I don’t like the persistence. I like being alone in my struggles. I think. But that makes me fragile. And I still do it time and time again, time and time again. Do I like being fragile or do I just like the means that makes me that way?
What if we actually like being fragile?
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