The Color Within Broken Glass

When glass shatters, the pieces don’t lose their shine. They just scatter, sharp but still glittering. And when you reach down to pick up the pieces, the edges cut.

The glass gets stained. Every attempt to gather what was broken leaves its mark.

What can be repurposed is determined by the ones who dare to pick up the jagged pieces.

You see the question isn’t whether you leave the pieces or pick them up. Leaving the pieces or disguarding them seems like the safest, and easiest thing to do. But are you willing to let your blood, your pain, your story, become the color in the glass.

Because when the light finally shines through again, what once looked like ruins becomes something beautiful.

Beauty doesn’t come from what never broke. It comes from what was shattered, gathered, and transformed to create the color within the broken glass.

Life is the art of mending what’s been fractured. Sometimes shaping the fragments differently into a creation that never could have existed whole.