Today is the first time I broke my phone’s screen. I dropped my phone with the front screen facing the ground. My heart didn’t really skip a bit but then I was surprised that even with the tempered glass, the actual phone screen shattered (Maybe I am exaggerating on that part, but still).
It is Monday morning. There are a lot of things I have in mind to make the entire day productive and I am actually excited to work on those until I dropped my phone. It has been with me for less than six months and I have a lot of important data in it. The cover of it is broken, but the apps and the keys are still working well. Just like me, there are scars and scratches, but I am still living.
Broken but still living
In that experience, I was able to reflect on how people could feel broken at some points in their lives but still continue to live. I learned that even if I reflect on how broken I was in the past, I am still living. I am still here, breathing.
There had been a lot of moments when I felt myself being dropped from one great event to a drastically depressing state. My eyes would get swollen because of the cries I made, and my body would ache from all the hurt I felt inside. But still, at the end of the day, I chose to continue living. I am surviving.
For myself, as I am still able to breathe, think, and love, I know that I can continue with life. There may be some scars or even some scratches of the brokenness I once felt outside, but my inside is full of joy and love.
The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. I will build you up again, and you Virgin Israel, will be rebuilt. Again you will take up your timbrels and go out to dance with the joyful. —Jeremiah 31:3-4
For my phone, I think I need to wait for some time before I can have it fixed because I still need to save money for it and somehow I am thinking of buying a new one because the price is almost just the same. Hmm…