4 Breaking glass

The world when I looked through the pristine glass seemed so perfect even with all the irregularities in my actions and life. I seemed to be the only variable while everything around felt like a constant that it almost felt like I was hallucinating. My instability seemed to shake my world of glass. All my doubts and struggles weren't just my imagination. They were indeed true as I saw the glass starting to crack and break ever so slowly while unknown to me tears rolled down my cheeks and the pain slowly washed away and mind sighing in relief that it was real. Real!? All that I had went through all along are real! They're valid! How could I have not known?

A child desperately looking for answers sat there with a blank look on her tear stained face. Her world had just crumbled. You might wonder what could have possibly happened for a child to feel like her everything has collapsed. All that the little girl's world carried was the weight of her mother's words. She believed them. She believed them so much to the extent that the cracks in her world weren't just in her mind, they vibrated through her body as she trembled. Her frail body shook with the breeze. It was a rather lonely sad sight.

What were the words that shook her world? There were indeed many but she had been hanging onto them like they were treasures because she believed that they came from greatness and perfection. Little did she know that perfection was seldom attained and there's no such thing as absolute truth except the fact that change is the only constant. The realisation of this was what broke her glass.

That day was like any other day except that she got into trouble with one of her friends and was hurt. She came back crying wanting to be embraced into safety and comfort but that wasn't what was waiting for her. She guessed her mom just wanted her to be strong but it still hurt. She heard the words "It's never the fault of one person unless you've done something wrong too" ringing in her ears. What would have otherwise been the words of wisdom were like arrows piercing her heart that day.

In her head she thought, "I had done nothing wrong nor have I contributed to anything to warrant being wronged." That's when she heard another soft gentle voice like the breeze that blew above the waves saying, "Sometimes it's no one's fault. It's just a misunderstanding". It was the first time she heard the voice and she was greatly comforted. She repeated the words until she was calmed and at peace. What comforted her the most was that anyone could make mistakes and just because she was in a fight doesn't mean that she was in the wrong. It just happened that way as a miniscule of the grand design. She thought, "I get it now. It's way better than blaming myself to absolve people that wronged me thinking that I'm indeed a contributing factor blindly believing the afore heard words. I understood that's what I've been doing was far from forgiveness. Forgiveness was not it. I can forgive without blaming myself and letting the truth prevail"

I guess you understand that every word uttered in a child's world carries a lot of weight as it resonated within the glass until it impacts and affects, bringing a shift in the frequency. I guess that's how the glass broke unable to match the frequency within and the external frequency and that's when she was freed too. She now has thoughts of my own and is her own little person.