December 5th, 2008
Broken Fan
Have you ever broken something you were creating, and made it more beautiful or interesting as a result? Have you ever known someone so broken but all the more painfully beautiful as a result?
Transcriptorial: It's that wobble, those wandering / shadows it casts. / We are broken in beautiful ways.
I was shattered at a very early age, and grew up broken without realising it. Fortunately I found someone who knew of a powerful Mender and had strong glue.
This person thought that her plan for my life was better than my brokenness…but I discovered that I value all my fragments. She was (and still is) displeased that the Mender and I had other plans for my pieces that didn’t include her self-contained design.
I cherish all my pieces. Some breaks have fused nicely, other undamaged parts had to be broken to achieve the beautiful design that now is.
Thank you, Mender/Designer. You and I have made something beautiful together. We reflect each other’s light.
Your story has piqued my curiosity, orinoco.
It is encouraging to hear that you have found happiness in love.
it hurts to read that,
because i’m so broken in every ways
(but you know that already)
fragile broken body
disconnected broken mind;
and still
living
in this broken city- world.
isn’t supposed to be beautiful after ?
destroy everything, & rebirth.
He makes everything beautiful in its time.
I bear witness to that.
i find broken people beautifully fascinating. i love trying to find out how and why they became that way. i also love trying to help them however i can. really, we’re all broken in some way, which is part of what makes us all unique. :)
May you be searching for yourself?
Surely I am not the only person who sees the wicked humour in this?
(No. Yes.)
Should I say that I see it, too?
You probably shouldn’t have, ritz, but you did, which means that you and I should probably get together and run away and join the circus! ;)
If I could but run away, i would have done so a long time ago.
Btw, how do you propose we join the circus when we are supposed to be running away? ;)
We’ll have to run away first, and stay away. Then the circus will come for us, and we’ll have our auditions ready. You will sing and I’ll wax poetic (to answer your other question) and the rest will be history!
Big hugs.
I hope it’s as easy as that.
I hope it can be real.
Sigh… Hugs… I need gargantuan ones right now…
But then again… I hope i can run away first. :(
I know exactly what it feels like to want to run away for real. It’s easier to do than most suspect, but not always the wisest move.
More big hugs!
The web administrator has my permission to send ritz my e-mail address privately if she would like it. (We might not join the circus for real, ritz, but at the very least we can have fun pretending!)
I’ll be away until the new year. Happy holidays, folks.
Not so techie-geeky bout this but… the e-add’s welcome.
Never really wanted to join the circus, don’t wanna pretend.
but…
Lemme just ask,
If I join, without pretending, can I later run away?
Can I have fun? (or to rule out word nuances… can I be happy?)
It’s funny when you find the missing piece, and burn it to keep warm during the night.
maybe because you still do not fully understand why it is the missing piece?
Which is why I burned it.
This fiery imagination, it is burning my soul.
So you burn things you don’t understand?
You’ve known it’s the missing link right at the onset but you don’t understand it, so you burn it?
Or you’ve burned it not knowing at that time that it is the missing link?
Or you burned it just because you wanna burn it, missing piece or not?
I am cold, which is why I burn things during the night, which is why I have a missing piece, which is why I am cold.
This pain, this hole in my chest; I burn it, to feel something.
Because it was broken, I couldn’t feel.
And I can only feel it when it doesn’t matter.
Why was it – that hole in your chest – broken?
What would it take to make it whole again?
This was absolutely the wrong thing to read tonight. I am more broken than usual, and breaking more all the time. It’s hard to find the beauty.
Thank you.
What is beautiful to me about a person I have known who has suffered intensely is not his suffering (his brokenness) per se, but the way it refined and deepened his engagement with reality. He lives with strong love and great integrity because he cannot take either for granted.
Yes. Sometimes it really is hard to find the beauty. I wish you well.
Perestroika.
Being broken can definitely be a beautiful thing. Never thought about that a whole piece can be dull and boring? More pieces reflect more light. And rainbows!
Cue up Bob Dylan’s ‘Everything’s Broken’
I was thinking, does how we define something as broken define us as people? One person’s broken is another person’s functional, right? Who says if something/someone is broken? So does how you categorise ‘broken’ tell you something about yourself?
PS new here but read all the back catalogue last night and love it, thank you Somerled!
Welcome, and thank you for reading. I agree that what we say is broken, when it comes to people, does say a great deal about us and about our times.
i’ve always liked broken things. either they’re more fun broken, or they’re fun to fix.
but maybe i’m getting into something else, now.
Something broken; something inoperative, something that has been caused to separate under stress or strain…
But you can also break even. Break free. Break out of, into, or through.
There is beauty to be found in it. We just have to look at it from a different angle.