The Happiest Sadness.

Stain Glass Window.

People are like glass. 

Some of us are bullet proof, while others break when we fall down. 

Some people could withstand a war. They could see the worst things, and go through things people should never witness, and come out of it stronger than they were before. They can endure heat so high, most of us would just melt away in. They can be hurt a thousand times, and still love without a second thought. They won't build any walls, or push you out. They will watch you hurt them, and walk away with a smile, because they're bullet proof. 

Then there's some that break when touched. They've seen things that slowly broke them. They've been through things that left a crack each time, until one day they shattered at the thought of going through that again. These are the people that become distant, and refuse to let anyone in. These are the people that seem like they could withstand anything, but in all reality, they break at the sight of what hurt them. These are the people that have been through more than just a war, they've fought with themselves, fighting with every emotion they have, to be who they want to be. These are the people that have been through hell and back again, and shattered. 

But you see, once they shatter, they will pick their pieces up by themselves. They will build themselves back up. They will build walls, to keep people out. They may seem like someone you wouldn't want to be around, but once you climb over those walls, and swim through the water, you will see a person, so beautiful, you'll wonder what ever made them cover it up. 

Not everyone is bullet proof, and not everyone will shatter at the tap of a finger, but in some way, we are all glass. We all have cracks within us, from past experiences. Some of us may endure the same pain and loss, but both of us won't shatter. Both of us won't stand against the wind. One will fall, and one will stand against the wind. 

What we both will do, is let someone in. Maybe not at the same time, or at the same pace, but we will. 

And when you do, it will be a beautiful thing. Because broken pieces of glass put together, makes one hell of a picture.