By S. W. (Nawfar)

Hey, aren’t we all broken, in some way?

I mean, we’re all born whole, complete and in entirety of our being.

But as we age, as we grow, life takes away from us, infinitesimal pieces of who we are, what we have and what we love. It takes away the innocence of childhood, the carefree nature of youth, and the energy of middle age.

When there is a catastrophic event in our lives, we lose relatively larger chunks of ourselves, which are repaired by our soul reorienting itself with the leftover pieces.

All in all, we’re all sort of broken.

Some more than the others.

And these few souls, willingly give too much of themselves, their goodness, their love and energy, and risk their own lives, surrendering their beings to be apocalyptically shattered, just to make the world a less broken place. To mend the world. To heal it of all cracks, borders and seams it has broken at.

You know, as a kid, I always used to think that growing up meant you’ll have lesser problems, but now I realise, it’s only the increase in this breaking, a process where we lose a bit of ourselves everyday, until we fade out into oblivion.

So, I figured, I might as well make an oath to myself, being more broken than I was yesterday, that :

“I may not always be my whole potential self, but I will love and give and care to the greatest of my ability. And I will try to mend the world. I will try to mend myself.

Because my value in the multiverse, is the most important realisation I’ve had so far.”