Some Things Need to Break in Order to Work

Some things need to break in order to properly work.

Like your heart.

Don’t deny the pain or run from its inflicts. When you feel it breaking your heart, accept it as a guest that is here to give you a gift.

A gift of a powerful, unforgettable lesson.

Embrace the wound as a strict but very knowledgeable teacher.

Beg it to break your illusion into a million shattered pieces.

Only worse than a broken heart, is a broken heart with illusions still clung to.

Let the wound take the false thinking and unrealized hopes you harboured in your heart for so long – and break them.

Break them into countless grain-sized pieces of glass.

Like sand.

Let the desert wind take them away from your heart and scatter them in unreachable places.

Let your heart break when it does.

Let it bleed with the pain of unfulfilled wishes.

Let it turn all those ocean-deep illusions you swam in, into mere foam.

Or dust. Sand.

Let the desert wind blow them away from your heart and scatter them in untraceable places.

Into the wilderness of nothingness.

They were nothing. But your real potential to be is everything.

Let your heart break so that your resolve solidifies and makes you the person you were always meant to be.

False notions and disappointing expectations no longer holding you back.

These unfounded whims, these vain desires, these mere dreams never meant to be…

Know they were making you weaker.

Your heart breaking is the freedom you need to let go and reach new heights.

This may be hard to believe now.

I know your heart is broken now.

I know your whole being feels like an ache in a sea of bottomless despair.

But reality is not your enemy.

The reality is, what you thought was good for you is not.

These shattered dreams may have turned into a living nightmare.

The One who holds your precious heart chose to break it – temporarily.

So that your spirit, your fierceness, your resolve, are not broken – permanently.

My mother always says an Arabic proverb: الله يرحم من بكاني

May God have mercy on the one who made me cry.

(This is not referring to tears caused by someone abusing another.)

This refers to someone who speaks an unwelcome truth, that it ends up hurting another.

Unwelcome, but true.

A truth which breaks our carefully thought-out dreams is unwelcome to us.

But truth is not the enemy.

The truth is, some things have to break.

Some things need to break in order to properly work.

Like the heart.

When you feel your heart break, let it.

When you feel those cracks form, let them.

I promise it will get better.

Be receptive to the light that comes in through the cracks.

Let your delusions crumble.

Crumble into sand and dust.

And may the desert wind blow these particles far, far away from you.

Before you know it, your heart will become lighter again.

You will swim to the top and keep flying higher.

You are more worthy than you realise.

Your fate is in His hands. (What better hands to trust your fate!)

Let your heart break, because it must.

But grieve not over the broken dreams.

You are yourself a dream being realised.

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“When we least expect it, what’s in the way is the way. The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.” (Mark Nepo)

And God knows Best.

A.S.

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Thread Of Hope

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As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died –

As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide –

My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces,

Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes…

The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor

My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more

All I now see is blackness where once there was color

Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor…

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I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams

But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems

Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view-

Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do…

Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs

And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air –

Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand

Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land…

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And I hit rock-bottom again

Thinking this must be the end

For surely no human can go through this pain

And still see rainbows through the rain…

The whole world seems gray and black tonight

With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight

Nothing is untouched, gone is everything –

Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string?

Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real

But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel

And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed

I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read:

“Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [94:6]

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That white thread…

Of hope.

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–A.S.