THE BROKEN TRADE

One too many times, the trade has been for the broken. Pieces of silver that seem so valuable yet neutralized by the inflation menace.

The hunt is real, the enthusiasm can be felt from a distance. It’s an exchange between broken and broken, if not more broken.

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You’re probably lost, and yeah me too…let’s try this again…

We trade in the name of love.

We trade in the search for likeness and belonging.

We want to be loved and to belong to another so much, that we have our expectations over the rooftop. He loves you for the woman you have become. He loves you for your charming kindness, and the joy you bring to everyone you are around. He loves you for the goofiness you preserve. He loves your smile and the feel of your skin so soft, and he loves your laugh. He adores your priceless personality and he wants your heart – he wants a trade for his.

You love him right back. You love that he is amazing in kind and that his smile makes you smile. You love his height and how he holds your hand across the street. You love the man he has become. You love the little things he does in big ways. You love when he plays dress up, and you know you’ve got yourself quite the catch. You also want to trade your heart for his – isn’t this what love should be? A trade?

But then you both idolize love. You idolize him and he idolizes you. You think of him and place him above all others, and he is crazy over you, that so much is left undone. It cripples down to the physical because that’s all the time you have to indulge.

Then the broken pieces begin to pierce. The tiny scraps of broken begin to pinch so hard that the battlefield is busy with war each time.

It’s because both are broken. Broken and broken don’t make a whole; it only makes many broken parts. You have got to be whole to make a whole (this is not a maths class so don’t you question the equation). We lose it at the marketplace as we trade. We are hunting for what to complete us rather than for that which can compliment us. We are looking for another broken and then mounting all the pressure of perfection and completion on it.

We are all broken – yet we still need to find love.

It is selfish to expect him to make you whole. It is selfish to expect her to fix you. It is worse of a crime to look for perfection when all we are is scattered pieces of broken. We can only do so much – we can only go so far…

Don’t tear your heart by mounting pressure on him that frustrates you every single day – even you can’t fix you!

Broken don’t fix broken – Only Perfect can perfect you!

So, trade wisely and love perfectly.

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