i think i do believe that we were all born as broken pieces of something, and we have to find the other pieces back together to see what it is.
so we were all born as a broken piece of something but at the same time, each piece is perfect. and unique...
It's just... why do I feel more broken as I grow up?
I used to feel like I was perfect as if I felt completed just by myself but now that through time maybe people come and go and take away part of my identity and a piece of me who already is just a piece of something else.
maybe we all need to find our pieces back, but at the same time during the journey, to find happiness in acceptance of being little broken pieces.