What do we do after things fall apart? Do we run to the familiar once again? Do we attempt to numb the pain with distractions? What do we do after things fall apart?

I’ve learned to turn life’s setbacks into opportunities for creation.

One has to learn contentment, forgiveness, and purpose on her own before the universe allows her to share her happiness with another soul.

I wasn’t crying, but my heart was crying. I wasn’t feeling, but my heart was bleeding. Now I am crying, but my heart is healing. I am learning that I know nothing.

Baby you don’t even know I’m falling apart
In your fun and games, You’ve stolen my heart.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.