In different corners of life, I have found myself looking at the mirror through the pieces of broken souls like my own. Every one comes to this world whole, and life’s little events have a certain toll and leave each person divided in a specific number of parts. Some are lucky enough to have the wisdom to remember where they have left most of them and they take very little time to find them all, hence putting themselves back together again. Others stumble again and again, and keep on breaking the found pieces in even smaller bits.
Another curious fact about broken souls, they tend to gather in clusters of percentage of missing pieces. Rarely you find people with distinct degrees of fractured souls together. They cannot understand each other because the language of each soul becomes elusive. Perchance some are stuck with the pieces of broken love, others with the pieces of broken promises, other with portions of all them, trying desperately to find a wider purpose for life it self. Whatever it is, they all have the ability to reset them selves to a wholeness state if they only remember to search within for the reset button that brings all the pieces home. For in good truth, the broken pieces are scattered inside the realm where the soul exists, buried deep in the vessel of the human experience.
You are never too broken to be whole again, you are just stuck in a pattern that prevents you from being true to yourself and roam a part of your existence or all under the illusion that you are irredeemable. Only you can fix yourself. Do it as soon as possible, for life awaits you for greatness of purpose.