When “Broken” Turns to “Damaged” & How I’m Turning Back

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. –Ernest Hemingway

Love is impossible.  For some, it is impossible to find.  Others, impossible to keep.  And others still, impossible to forget.  Then there are those like myself.  Those few that find it impossible to feel.  This final group, the one in which I fall, are all liars.  Jaded minds with broken hearts that dispute the reality of love.  I will be the first to admit this.  Love was felt once upon a time, or the idea of love that looked so promising, only to be ripped away, leaving this carcass behind that questions and preaches disbelief of all things romantic.  The trouble with this is not that we put on false faces of disbelief.  The real problem is that after a while, we don’t even realize that it was false to begin with.  That little spark deep in our guts gets permanently extinguished after so long of being snuffed out.  That becomes the accepted reality for us: we are incapable of love – or better yet – of being loved.