I woke up a couple days ago and felt different. No, I hadn’t grown a pair of wings nor had I turned invisible. There was a new perspective forming in my head and that was the moment it felt complete.
All of us have people in our lives, including all of the ones we want, the ones we couldn’t care less for, the ones we know so well and absolute strangers that surround us. We go through our time collecting people to call our own. However, once we develop this sense of ownership, we forget they were just people in the first place.
People hurt. People change. People forgive. People love. People stay. People leave.
We forget that they have chosen us as much as we have chosen them.
My realisation that morning was probably my way of understanding my people better. I thought: if people were made of glass and I could see where I have hurt them or helped them, I could go about having a better relationship with them. I would be able to see the cracks they come with, the new cracks that form, no matter how big or small, and let them know that I see them, without them having to explain it all.
We would also be mindful of how we treat each other because we know that glass breaks and comes with a warning that says, “Handle with care”. If glass objects matter so much that they come with a reminder that they’ll break, imagine how much we could care about living, breathing, glass people.
There are broken people, too. We fail to see the hurt because it doesn’t manifest physically and tangibly all the time. Some of us hold deep cracks encased in perfect glass and we refract light so beautifully thanks to them. People see the light you give out and not how you make it. Some of us bear surface cracks and dwell on them so much that we forget that there is so much about us that is intact and strong despite the cracks. People will notice these cracks and not the person that bears them.
…if people were made of glass and I could see where I have hurt them or helped them, I could go about having a better relationship with them. I would be able to see the cracks they come with, the new cracks that form, no matter how big or small, and let them know that I see them, without them having to explain it all.
Our glass bodies would glow and fade and other people would know what they mean to us just by looking at us. We could understand how our minds work and appreciate the beauty of it all.
After turning that over in my mind for a few days, I felt happy noticing that I do have some glass people in my life. These are people I have opened up to and made space for with consideration, respect, trust and love. I figured we can be glass people if we choose to be. We just need to communicate, or in other words speak with our heart and our mind. We can try and fail and keep trying with our people, knowing that you see each other for who you are. We do so by knowing that the opposite person will also take care of you like glass.
Do you have your glass people, Dreamers? 🙂
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I am all about the little things in life!