The World is Broken

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The world is broken. It has always been broken. It cracks under greed, under hate, under the weight of those who take more than they need. But the cracks are not the end. They are the beginning. They are the places where light can enter, where hands can reach through, where something better can be made.

A person is not measured by what he keeps or hoards. Not by the cash in his pocket, not by the walls he builds to keep himself safe. A person is measured by what he gives away, what he gives to others, by the hands he lifts. By the burdens he helps carry. By the quiet, unseen moments where he chooses to make the world less cruel and ugly.

To serve is not weakness. To give is not loss. To help is not surrender. It is the greatest thing a person can do. To look at the suffering of the world and say, I will not turn away. To see the pain in another’s eyes and say, I will not let you bear this alone.

The world will not fix itself. It is waiting. Waiting for those with the courage to mend what has been broken, to heal what has been wounded, to be the hands that stitch the torn fabric of life back together.

And that is why we are here. That is the purpose of it all. Not to take. Not to conquer. But to repair the world.

R Gordon Zyne