Cracked

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.” ~ Kahil Gibran

We’ve all heard that old saying, “what does not kill me, makes me stronger.” I do believe that. So much so that I had it permanently inked on my body. Still, there are days when I want to find the person who originated it, and junk punch him. You know, so that in his transitory moment of pain I can help him achieve enlightenment.

What does he say about once we get to that point where we are saturated by lethal experiences? When we are at our peak of strength can the trials and tribulation stop, or at least ease up a little. Some breathing room would be much appreciated.

My pain tolerance is impressive, but it’s not infinite. There are cracks in my protective shell. One more episode of forced strength training, and I may completely fall apart. I’ve peeled away the fractured pieces, exposing my tender and vulnerable places to examine the causes and effects of that pain. I still don’t understand the reasons for it all.

Fallen and irreparable, me and Humpty Dumpty – it’s a conspiracy. We were pushed.