Out of Shell

We were all shelled. We tried to protect ourselves from outside. We built our shell, just as hard as the waves coming. We tried very hard not to break, not only from outside, but also from inside. Sometimes, the shell we built was too strong for the waves, and we thought it was good. We could stay where we were, regardless the waves crashing, and we could keep to ourselves what we had, because we think that the entire outside was bad. We weren’t that bad, we thought. We’re not bad enough, not until the waves need to wipe us away. It was just how strong we were to adapt in whatever situations we faced.

We were all breaking. Even if we thought it was just a hairline crack. Once our shell was cracked open, and then we were all helpless. Our standpoint was compromised, the waves crashed upon us a hundred times more painful than they were then. Our beliefs were compromised, leaving all things that once we believed in, hung on a tree of confusion. Whether or not, our beliefs were right enough, or we had false beliefs?

We were all coping. We felt the need to cope, to try to make something right. Our compromised standpoints, our false beliefs, our confusions, they were all need to be renewed, or replaced. How did we cope? We could blame the science, blame our religion, blame others, or even blame ourselves. It was all about maturity.

What if, the waves crashed upon us are in the perfectly measured power, to just crack us open, expose us to the world? What if, the waves themselves, tried to save us from breaking? What if, the shell we built was too strong, because of our fear to the crappy world we lived, until we weren’t up for change anymore? What if, the shell we built so strong to protect us from breaking, strangled us from the lack of oxygen?

Eventually, we all knew that the life protected in a shell was not healthy either. All of us had something good to contribute to the world. It was just a shell we built, that covered all the goodness. The shell once got stained, and rusted, and what would we show to the world, which only saw from outside manner. Would we just show the rusted and stained shell protecting us, or would we expose ourselves to the waves coming, wishing the waves would break our shell for us to show what we really had for the world? The broken shells were not breaking then; it was building a better world, instead.