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The Crack in You

Most people think that the worst thing that has ever happened to them is what defines them. They carry the resentment or agony of that with them all through their lives, caressing and cradling it because the love behind the pain is something too special for them. And it's okay. If someone holds on to that, it is okay. But to think that the crack in their hearts caused by that particular incident is something that has killed them entirely- then that is wrong. For, from my perspective, every human being needs to crack. They need to break and they need to suffer through it to become a better version of themselves or find better things in life. It's as these quotes go-

"There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."

-Leonard Cohen

"The cracks in your heart are there so the light can shine through."

-Elizabeth Noble

Not to seem cruel or sadist, but if you don't know pain, then you won't value the happiness that comes your way. It's when you lose something that everything else that is dear to you becomes much more significant. It's when a moment slips by unnoticed that you begin to treasure every other second with your loved ones much more intensely. So do not be afraid to break. The crack in your heart might be painful but you're more than that. Always keep that in mind. You're more than the pain. And the crack- it's only there for more light to shine through.



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  1. Ann, this is so nicely written plus this is so true as well. I believe, this is so evident in terms of the people in your life. You'd never know how great or sometimes even how horrible (which case you're grateful) those people were until they're not in your life anymore.

    Now this is something so easily said than done. But a person who realises the value of things before they allow it to break them are the true winners.

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