This world… Its full of pain. In every crevice there is a hurting person. In every corner there is a broken heart. In each room of chatting people, where chests rise and fall,and hands fly about with animation.. a chorus of heart’s beat together, creating life’s most perfect synchronization. A perfect synchronization of pain mixed with love, hurt mixed with hope, brokenness mixed with beauty, insecurity mixed with strength. Each of us wake each morning, put on our daily facade, smile our way through the pain, laugh our way through the insanity, and go to bed each night, becoming even closer friends with the emptiness that grows inside of us. A black emptiness that comes from the painful monotonousness of walking through every day, every hour, every minute, pretending that we have it all together. We pick up our broken pieces, stuff them inside, hush them to sleep, and tell the world with fake confidence that we have it all figured out. When did it become such a bad thing to admit that we are hurting? When did it become looked down upon to say we are not “okay”? Whatever “okay” means. Who decides these things? Who makes the rules? If we are honest, it is each of us, individually, who hold the key to our own freedom. We are our own worst enemy. Our own worst critic. We create the cage in which we so desperately want to break free. I wonder how different the world would be if we were all real with each other… Even if it was only for a moment each day. We wouldn’t feel half as alone. We would realize that we are not the only ones who sometimes feel so overwhelmed that getting out of bed seems like an impossible task on most days. Our hearts would align better. We would hurt each other less, because the compassion would be real. We would love each other better, because we would understand the struggle. We would hold each other a little longer, because we know what it feels like to be lonely all the way down into your soul. Now, I’m not saying that we should all give into the sadness and never smile again. Not at all. I’m just saying, I wonder how differently we would love each other, and how much more bearable the pain would feel, if we all just admitted to each other that not one of us goes one day without struggling. We are all broken. We are all hurting. We are all surviving. We are all trying to figure out how to live this life, how to get to tomorrow with dignity, how to move on from yesterday with our heads held high, how to survive today and come out on the other side unscathed. Instead of expecting perfection from each other, instead of judging every movement that we don’t approve of, instead of trying to fix every misstep, why don’t we just stop for a second and realize that we are all just in need of love and compassion? After all, we were shown the greatest example of love through a Man who died on the cross for a world of broken, dying people…. A Man who did all of this because He lived 33 years on this earth, feeling each pain that we feel, knowing each hurt that we endure, understanding each temptation that we grapple with. He knew the deepest form of compassion, because He understood the deep depravity and brokenness of man’s heart. What an example. One that we should bathe ourselves in and aspire to live by everyday.
Lets start by accepting that everyone is fighting a battle that we have no idea about and loving them in the best way that we know how. Lets hug a little longer, listen a little better, judge a little less, and love a little better. Lets love each other, knowing that love covers all things, endures all things, and heals all things.