A broken generation.

It's what we are. It's what we have become. It's what we will continue to be if we don't find a way to change.

There is only so much a person can handle, and once they reach a certain point, they break. But how do we know where that breaking point is for each person? How can we decide that some are broken, some are cracked, some are shattered, yet some are still whole? What defines a person as broken?

Is it crying in the shower?
Is it shutting the world out with headphones?
Is it constantly sleeping to hide from the world?
Is it isolating ourselves from those who care?
Because these are the things that our generation has become accustomed to, and if these define a person as broken, aren't we all completely shattered?

The only problem is, we try our best to disguise those cracks. Everyday, we put on a smile, a mask of some sort, and leave the house to a world where people believe we are whole, when in reality, we are far from it. The daily stress we receive and the expectations we are expected to meet just add to the pressure building up inside that is forcing us to crack to be relieved in any way possible.

Our disguise is the reason we cannot seem to get a grasp on who is broken, and in not being able to recognize the brokenhearted, the broken-spirited, we have nothing that will help to glue those pieces together to make life bearable.

We are all broken in some way, so how do we expect to help the shattered when we are cracked ourselves?

We are a generation of broken souls and broken minds and broken hearts.
We are a generation in need of a helping hand to fit us all back together to be whole again.
We are a generation of puzzle pieces hoping to be a complete picture one day.

Perfection.

It's a word we are all familiar with.
It's a word we often use to describe what we want and desire.
It's a word that we have come to use out of context.

Perfection can be a positive aspect that we aspire to have. We all want the perfect hair, the perfect body, the perfect smile, the perfect personality, the perfect amount of brain power, the perfect life.

But what defines the perfection of those aspects? 
Are we supposed to all have the same vision of perfection?

No. Because in a "perfect" world, we are all different.

So why is it acceptable to compare ourselves to a vision of perfection?
Who says that we are not someone else's vision of perfection?

Often, I find myself wondering what it would be like to have my ideal life. I imagine a world outside the realm of reality. The perfection, so to say, is what captures my interest. A perfect world created by an imperfect mind.

But is that really true? Do we all have an imperfect mind?

Or are we using perfection out of context?
Do we have the perfect mind and body and life that is required to be the perfect version of ourselves?

There is someone out in the world who sees us as the perfect image, but we are constantly changing to be what we think is the perfect image. Those people who look up to us have a reason to do so. We are a perfect version of ourselves. No matter what anyone says, no one can be a better you than you already are. If we consider ourselves imperfect, then the fantasies we should be having are of how different this world would seem if we were not that perfect versions of ourselves, but an imitation of someone else.

Perfection is a matter of perspective. That's all there is to it.
We may seem imperfect in our minds, but if that's the case, why not change to be the perfect image?
Because we can't, that's why. We can't change because we have been made in a perfect image, and can only be the perfect version of ourselves.

Don't compare anything to perfection until you have taken a step back and decided on a perspective.