The best people I know have been hurt the worst.
The best people I know have shown gratitude to anguish, met sorrow with sincerity, and found peace in the pieces of their wrecked plans and runaway dreams.
They have known hurt that is real and bleak and dripping with despair, and they have collapsed, time and time again, only to rise once more. Their wounds have not won. They have healed. They move forward.
The best people I know have seen soul mates become strangers and have felt ghosts in their veins where gods used to reign.
They have learned that a broken heart can shatter and a shattered heart can splinter, but, eventually, it can break no more and in that beautiful, morose moment, the broken become unbreakable, unstoppable. They are fearless. They are free.
The best people I know are not immune to heartache; they are intimate with it. They are the blessed, broken angels circling the holy kingdom of forgiveness, the destroyed divine crying tears of pristine grief.
They are the lucky, scarred saviors pacing the grieving halls of redemption, the wounded heroes murmuring hymns of clean consolation. They have been beat up and spat on, kicked in and burnt out, and yet somehow, they have overcome. They are heroic. They have persisted.
The best people I know have been hurt the worst.
They have just made the best of it.
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RandomThis catalog is made up of series of write up I came across sometimes that has helped me alot. I hope they are of help to you too. " Love will not save you. But it will hold your hand while you save yourself. And in a world that sometimes seems void...
