Broken happens: relationships to rides, bones to dreams. No matter how hard we try, sometimes things fall apart. At some point, it's time to let them. It's time to let the parts of your past that went off the rails rest on the hillsides and meadows and ditches next to the tracks. Wildflowers will grow there. Saplings will shoot up. Birds of the air will use their branches for a respite. And the sun and the rain and the moonlight will warm and cool the earth where those mile markers in your life remain.
Somehow, some way, the heart keeps beating, almost against all odds ... against the weight of the world; your soul longs for lightness, not the grainy, sloppy, muddy weight of humanity.
You and I are weaker than we want to admit yet stronger than we can imagine. Humility and dignity manifest when honesty and faith -- like rail and nail -- merge together. Then life gets back on track.