coming to my senses

As corny and cliche as it may sound when I say this, I feel like each person can be compared to a crack in the side walk. No two are alike, and yet we are all broken in the same way. We all have a piece of us that is broken. We have imperfections, and doubts. We have insecurities and fears. We hold in a lot of our pain, and do not free ourselves from whatever demons we have within us. We fight battles everyday that no one will ever truly understand fully. We push ourselves to pull through anything we are given, no matter how tired we are mentally and physically... No matter how broken we feel.The sad thing about life is, you could be standing next to someone who is completely broken and you may never even know it. Broken people do not go around and tell other people that they are broken. We must learn to accept ways that we heal. We must try to understand and love a broken person for who they are. When you see their true colors, don't try to repaint them. We're human. We hurt. We feel. We make mistakes, and we learn from them. We see being broken as a weakness, but if a piece of us isn't broken, how else would the light get in?