We are all damaged, but that is exactly what makes us who we are

If I value something in people, it’s the courage to say out loud how imperfect they are, how much life has damaged them, and how hard they have to hit the bottom to know everything they know today. I also appreciate those who proudly accept this as part of themselves.

Because we are all damaged.

Same diagnosis, different stories. Same cause, different consequences.

The cause is life. The consequences are the ways in which we deal with the same. I would say that Darwin was right in saying that only the strongest survive, but I would also say that many times he remained misunderstood. They are not the strongest of the strongest musculature, nor the loudest, nor those who appear as if everything is going out of their hands, nor are those whose smile is permanent 24/7. God, those smiles have always been suspicious to me.

You can’t always be happy. You can’t.

It’s always my first instinct that they are hiding something. That they are running away from something. From themselves, I think. That they are falsely presenting themselves, and who else needs fake people in their lives?

They can’t be the strongest ones that survive.

I would say that the strongest ones are those who most cope with the challenges, with the damage, with their own problems. Those who are broken enough to know better, and strong enough to accept weakness and hardship. Those who are not ashamed to fall, and those who know that every fall is just one step forward.

Believe it or not, life only gives us what we are prepared for. Every obstacle here is just to direct us and to show us how much we can actually do. Make us skip the border.

Life knows that we are timid and that it is unlikely that we will decide on our own “Today I will test my limits.” So he sends us certain people and situations just to push us a little. He sends us a friend who is there to betray us, to use us.

He sends us a boy whose job is to give us hope and then break our heart. It sends us a toxic associate. And that one local gossip guy who’s waiting for himself to catch us “in action” so he can make up stories.

Life purely sends them to us so we can know better. Purely so we know what we don’t want to be, and what kind of people we don’t want to be surrounded with.

It also sends us to some strange places. It sends us to places where we are misunderstood. It sends us where our every idea and thought will remain ridiculed. It sends us to places where we cannot be our own. It sends us to places where we have to fight in other people’s battles. And where there is no sunrise long ago, where the gloom is dark.

But he sends us purely to harden. Purely to be ready for the great things He has prepared for us. And on things that will finally be appropriate for our soul.

He has strange ways, I can’t say that he doesn’t, but know that if he doesn’t go according to plan, he goes by destiny.

A damage caused by along the way … We all have them. We are all damaged, but that is exactly what makes us human, what makes us. We are all damaged for some reason, which we yet have to discover.