Broken Crayons Still Color

So the other day I was scrolling through my Instagram, and I came across a post that read broken crayons still color. I sat on my bed for about 20 mins trying to figure out what the meaning was behind this quote and why it was on my mind so much. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I viewed the crayon as life and how we see ourselves. I know you're probably thinking that I done lost my mind lol, but I haven't — continue to read.

When we are born, we are like a brand new crayon straight out of the box. Just like that crayon, we are desired, wanted and needed. As we grow and learn life lessons we tend to break, tear and crack just like a crayon would. Sometimes we find ourselves not knowing what our purpose is or why things happen to us, but over time like that crayon, we tend to lose sense of what our value is and how useful we are. Why did I write this you ask? I wrote about it, because I'm trying to figure out at what point in my life I lost the  bright colours that I once used to see the world and why for a long period of time, the world appeared to me as black and grey. For sure getting my heart broken and feeling worthless has contributed to that, but why does it take someone to devalue us for us to go out and search for our self worth?

People would always say to me when I was going through my depression, "Oh Khai give it time, time heals all wounds and someday you will look back at this and laugh". I'm actually still waiting for that time to arrive, so if anyone could let me know roughly around when it will happen — it will be greatly appreciated lol. In the span of a few months, this roller coaster has taken me from depression to finding myself. I didn’t heal; I reflected and with that reflection I found joy and sadness but most of all — acceptance. I accepted the things I could and cannot change about myself and for me that was the best thing "healing and time" could have done for me.

I am a beautiful disaster, and my crayon is slowly piecing itself back together to become exactly what I want it to be. The days that I don't want to get up, I hear my heart pumping strong and I know that, that is the purpose, value and color that reminds me to keep going.

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