Broken is Beautiful

Well there is one for the books.  I was listening to a playlist I am unfamiliar with on Spotify and a song got my attention.  It is called “Broken is Beautiful.”  I totally think broken is to be fixed yet to me an acknowledgement that I am broken in the first place is a pre-requisite to fixing.
I see the exact opposite in the every day.  It seems great lengths are gone to to not give away that maybe I am hurting.  Maybe I am vulnerable.  Maybe I am not all together.  I am to show ne weakness.  The fear is, and it is not unfounded, that the minute I show weakness it can be exploited.  Those hungry for position and power will do all they can to bring me down.  Little realizing that it will be their turn next.
I see it on the news regularly.  A misdemeana occurs.  The full weight of the law is rightly the price to be paid.  Yet so often it is made out to be unforgivable.  That there is no coming back from it.
I appreciate that judgement may be appropriate, but I am glad the judgement of others does not constitute the final authority.  No one stands a chance.  Never mind my time in the sun will inevitably pass and the day will come when it is probably said “Peter who?”
It is one of the reasons I am glad the judgement of my peers does not represent the final judgement. It may impact me for sure, and I could be scared for life.  Yet in historical terms this period is but a blip in the whole of human history.  My name may be spoken of in disparaging terms, but I will not be around to see it.  Even the most famous person becomes but a memory and is not around beyond their life on earth.
Everyone is flawed – from the famous to the infamous to the not famous.  Some have their fallibilities displayed in their lifetime.  Others try and hide them and are found out years and decades later.  Still others go to their graves having cocooned themselves and giving the impression of flawlessness.  They may have built empires affecting millions or empires affecting just themselves and a few others.
Yet whatever the case we are all broken.  To me broken is beautiful when it is admitted.  What can be intensely personal and private will become public.  It is only when I acknowledge my brokenness that my life can take on the structure that is its potential.
I find in my life when I admit brokenness, my life takes on a strength I would not have believed possible.  For me admitting it has been a doorway to a new and better life.
As the song says: “It's okay to be real, it's okay to be open…