When I stumbled across this post on Facebook, it really struck a chord with me. The idea that something damaged can indeed be even more beautiful than it was prior to the damage being inflicted felt freeing.
For a long time, my damage defined me. I felt it made me ugly to those around me. It felt as though I was tainted; poisoned even. I wanted nothing more than to rid myself of it.
I thought that would be the true path to freedom…
However, with age comes wisdom, right?
All I know is that the older I get, the more respect I have for the damage I’ve endured. All of it has shaped the person I have become and am still becoming. And I can honestly say I am a better person today because of my damage, not just in spite of it.
Because of my damage, I’ve become more patient, more compassionate, more forgiving, more determined to stand up for myself and others, more loving, more appreciative of the little things in life.
The list goes on…
So what’s your damage? How has it shaped you? Have you let it make you bitter? Or better? You have the potential to rise above it and become more beautiful than ever before.