Shattered

Some things when they break can shatter into a million there isn’t enough glue in the world to put this back together pieces or into a few repairable big pieces.  Other times the shatter leaves the object standing but with holes or other damage like this close up shot of one of the windowpanes featured in this prior post.  Life is like that sometimes – life can and does have its shattering moments and we all are impacted differently because even if the event may be the same, we in how we process things are all different.

There are events in life which make us feel as if we are broken into so many pieces that we will never be the same again and in truth, we never are the same again because of those events.  Some broken hearts do mend but even mended hearts can carry tiny little scars.  The loss of a loved one or a major illness most definitely leave marks on all of us.  Some of us, changed though we may be, forge on while others sadly don’t quite make it.  We wear the marks of our shatterings inwardly and outwardly.   Some once outgoing people might withdraw slowly from the world while others, with that now crack in their veneer that once held them in, let their once confined spirits soar.  Others hide or try to comfort their physical and psychological scars with makeup, medication, clothing, or drugs and alcohol.

But then some of us wear our scars proudly to proclaim that we went through something and we are still here kicking ass and taking names!  Amputees take up skiing or dancing.  Those who have lost loved ones start foundations in their names to raise awareness about what ultimately claimed them.  I knew someone who after a heart attack took exercising to heart (pun not intended) so much that he burned out the motor of two treadmills walking daily on them.  And then there are those who just go about their day to day living trying to make the most of each new day they are given while wearing their scars with nary a thought.

I have physical scars that I now can look at and comment “Oh that was a fun but dumb move!” but some of the mental ones I try to keep in their little box where occasionally I visit them or is it occasionally they sneak out and try to encroach upon my present.  There have been some events in my life that shattered me but like this windowpane I’m still standing and I’m determined to keep on standing because while the shatterings have left their dents and dings, they do not control me.  They might bring me down sometimes but I’m the one in charge here and I say onward and upward!

What’s that saying? What doesn’t kill you makes your stronger (sometimes I really question that saying) or at least makes for some interesting stories to tell over a cup of coffee 😉  Stay strong everyone.

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  1. #1 by Lisa_GrandmasBriefs on October 21, 2014 - 6:17 pm

    Intriguing post with much to consider. I’ve lately found that, truly, what didn’t kill me did make me stronger. At least that’s how it feels today. Lovely musings… thank you for sharing and making me think.

    • #2 by imagesbytdashfield on October 21, 2014 - 6:29 pm

      Thank you for stopping by. I’m still trying to believe I am stronger than I think I am (at least that’s what others have told me)

  2. #3 by ChgoJohn on October 21, 2014 - 6:28 pm

    It’s not so much how you get the scars but how you carry them.
    Great post, Teri.

  3. #5 by bulldog on October 22, 2014 - 7:40 am

    Scars are like medals to a soldier…. they show how brave you were when coming through a difficulty…

    • #6 by imagesbytdashfield on October 22, 2014 - 7:43 am

      Some don’t like their scars while others soldier and non-soldier wear them proudly.

  4. #7 by Cindi on October 22, 2014 - 4:34 pm

    Powerful words, Teri.

  5. #9 by kathryningrid on October 27, 2014 - 4:23 pm

    You’re smart and strong enough to tell this important tale, and that’s as much intelligence and strength as anyone needs to survive what life throws at us. Well said, T!
    K

    • #10 by imagesbytdashfield on October 27, 2014 - 4:26 pm

      Thank, Kathryn! Some days I’m in pieces and in others I’ve got it totally together…I think 🙂

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