One Apple A Day #705 - broken mirror
There is no one to fix.
I attended a powerful online gathering with Nick Askew yesterday evening (check out his fantastic work). He shared those words while opening the space, and I had to write them down. They sounded and still sound so pure, powerful, and liberating to me.
The gathering went on. There were many faces on my screen. Each one with a story. Some were shared, others just imagined.
And while I was observing this big portrait of humanity, a few other words came out of my pen.
There is no one to fix, yet we are all broken.
A paradox, yet it felt, and it feels so true.
How is it possible?
Then I remembered a poem by Rumi.
"The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth."
We are all pieces of the same shattered mirror. Each fragment is a mirror in itself, but not the whole. Complete and incomplete, broken and perfect at the same time.
We don't need to be fixed. Yet, we all are aware, at some level, that we are fragments of the same broken mirror, and we long to feel whole again.