I don’t know that I am actually broken. But I am sure that I am imperfect. I certainly am less than I can be. For the moment, that is enough. I like the way I see myself in he mirror, maybe not exactly broken, but evidently lacking wholeness.
It helps me to presume the same of everyone I meet. They are in some sense broken too. There is no need to expect them to be totally okay. Just like me, everyone is lacking in some ways. It is better for us if I acknowledge and accept that from the beginning.
Someone said it is a good practice to recite one’s faults when meeting someone new. It is a kind of full disclosure, and sets realistic expectations. I have not tried that overtly, but it is in the back of my mind. “I’m not quite OK, and neither are you.”
Like everyone, I guess I am a little bit broken. Not that I need to be mended or fixed. But I have unrealized potential. Perhaps that appears as a fault. I prefer to see it as room to grow. Perfection might even be boring. Growing into my potential could even be exciting.
A crescent moon can be lovely. With patience, it can also gradually appear in its splendid fulness.