Last night was a bad night for me. Another beautiful disaster!
I blame myself for losing what I gained and it is entirely my fault for entertaining the ghosts of him and me.
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The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old man
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
~ an excerpt from "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey
The above entry has been plaguing my mind for some time now. I asked my friend (who is wise beyond his years) "Does this mean that if something is not in a million little pieces then it CAN be fixed?" What he said made sense and is something I'm grappling with at the moment: "To judge when something is "really truly" broken or just "broken" enough to fix with superglue is a hard call to make. It's a hard call
because of what's involved in such a question. At the same time though, to know that something is beyond repair when in a million little pieces is an advantage. It gives power to the person with that knowledge. A power to move past the broken object to something that isn't."
I'm stubborn, but the knowledge is starting to settle in and around the dark corners of my heart and mind. I'm starting to realize that broken means broken and it doesn't matter how many pieces it is in. The fact is that in order to fix something that is broken it has to WANT to be fixed. All the pieces have to be present. One must have glue strong enough to patch it all up. Without those things it just doesn't matter...
I blame myself for losing what I gained and it is entirely my fault for entertaining the ghosts of him and me.
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The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old man
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
~ an excerpt from "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey
The above entry has been plaguing my mind for some time now. I asked my friend (who is wise beyond his years) "Does this mean that if something is not in a million little pieces then it CAN be fixed?" What he said made sense and is something I'm grappling with at the moment: "To judge when something is "really truly" broken or just "broken" enough to fix with superglue is a hard call to make. It's a hard call
because of what's involved in such a question. At the same time though, to know that something is beyond repair when in a million little pieces is an advantage. It gives power to the person with that knowledge. A power to move past the broken object to something that isn't."
I'm stubborn, but the knowledge is starting to settle in and around the dark corners of my heart and mind. I'm starting to realize that broken means broken and it doesn't matter how many pieces it is in. The fact is that in order to fix something that is broken it has to WANT to be fixed. All the pieces have to be present. One must have glue strong enough to patch it all up. Without those things it just doesn't matter...
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i'm sorry that you (or anyone else for that matter) are feeling as jaded and cynical about life and love as i am this past year.
and i do think that if something wants to stay broken, all the glue in the world can't fix it...
i hope things start to look up.
I hope things go better in the new year for you as well.
and yes, animal crackers do rock, but I love the fact that teddy grahams come in all sorts of flavors and are especially tasty, specifically when one has a jar of frosting to dip them in. yummy!
but then, isn't everything more fun with a jar of frosting?