Everybody is Broken

Yo--

It's been a few weeks since I last wrote. Since then, I got engaged, went to the beach and started my internship. Pretty much all of that happened in about a week and a half. So, I can't complain about much. Life has been pretty fantastic, at least for me. However, the more I'm on Facebook (yeah, it seems like I get a lot of blogging inspiration from there), the more it seems like everybody else's lives are not so fantastic. At least, that is the way they make it seem.
I see posts about brokenness and being hurt all the time, albeit, mostly by girls, but they're still up there. I see pictures that are shared about not trusting people and how once you've been hurt once, you're too scared to get hurt again. Yes, that is entirely true, even of myself. But why are we all feeling alone in this? Why do we resort to putting things on Facebook instead of talking to people for real? And by for real, I mean in person or at the very least, a phone call and maybe Skype. We hide behind our insecurities and our fears. I do it. I do it all the time. We put up a front and we try to mask who we really are. We find fault with others, when really, we are just trying to hide the fault with ourselves.
We want to blame others for our brokenness and the hurt that we feel. When, there is nobody to blame. Not even ourselves. We live in a fallen and broken world. I guess if you really want to blame somebody, you could blame Adam and Eve, but even that is debatable. We want to blame the guy who led me on and then broke my heart. We want to blame the girl who cheated with my ex. We want to blame circumstances. We want to blame anything and everything, when, there is nothing to blame. We want explanations to our brokenness. We want to understand. We want answers. I mean, seriously, who doesn't? I want to know why my heart is messed up. I want to know why one of my closest friends had to go through the tragedy of losing her brother in a car accident. I want to know why. I want to know why the world continually shoves the theme of be skinny down our throats, then wonders why the number of anorexia cases has increased in recent years. I want to know why girls think there aren't any good guys out there. I want to know why people think getting drunk and partying will solve all of their problems. I want to know why.
Well, the truth is, we won't know why when we want to know why. We'll find out when we least expect it. We'll get hit in the face (sometimes literally) with something and you'll just be like, "Oh. That explains a lot." It's a broken world. But, it's ok to be broken. Everybody is broken. I'm broken. I've been more than broken. I've been shattered. I've had my shattered pieces shattered. Everybody is broken. Some more, some less. Some physically, some emotionally, some mentally, some spiritually and some just all around broken. And, as much as we don't want to believe that we're broken all around, chances are, we probably are at least a little bit. I'll let you think about that one.
I'll leave you with this: Everybody is broken in some way or another. Everybody has been hurt. Christ knows and understands that more than anyone else. If you don't want to talk to other broken people, then talk to the One who overcame brokenness. Just because you're broken, doesn't mean you are alone.

-Cara