Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it’s fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

My office has wonderfully eclectic taste in music, and I was introduced to Ingrid Michaelson earlier this week. “Breakable” (available for listening via myspace) has been on my mind, because I’ve recently become extremely aware of how true the sentiment is.

For so much of my life I’ve struggled to maintain perfect appearances, oftentimes sacrificing vulnerability and trust with who I really am. Other times when I’ve let people into the deeper, weaker parts of me, I’ve been abandoned or used or hurt.

I’ve survived a lot and I am pretty good about keeping a happy face, so I feel like I should be tough. But really I am just as breakable as the next person, just looking for friends I can trust with myself, and of whose trust I am worthy. Some days are glorious, and other days dismal, but our vulnerability is what makes us real and human. We’re all breakable, even those who appear strong. Maybe it’d serve us all to live more gently and graciously with each other.

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