Broken. Shattered. Incomplete. Some of the many adjectives people use to describe me. Why? What made me the way I am? Is it because of all the downs I've been through in life? Or a culmination of all the people who didn't treat me right over the ages? Perhaps it's for a multitude of reasons. Perhaps I'll never actually find out why. I am not alone, however. I see others just like me. Broken, imperfect. They had issues as well. Maybe not the same ones like me. But issues nonetheless. I have lost count of the number of days I've spent in self-pity. "Why me?", a question whose answer evaded me. But not today. Today was not one of those days. I hardly have such days anymore. Because realization had recently hit me. An epiphany perhaps? True, I was broken in my own way. But that's what helps me reflect so many colors when I am hit by just a single ray of light. I'm broken, yet strong. Incomplete, yet useful. Shattered, yet ...