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Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Call to Unbreakening

        That's right, broken. So visualize a crystal ball. Make it your favorite color. A perfect, luminous crystal ball. This object represents your soul in its purest form. The ball gets exposed to pressure, though. Time and pressure. Imagine the moon crashing into the earth; now imagine the equivalent of that with your soulball. It gets broken. It takes a beating. Psychological moons and asteroids, one after the other; an utter, samsaric, bombardment. Shards of crystal go flying, get dispersed, collide against one another. Some fall outside the gravitational field of your soulball, and travel into the celestial beyond. Now press pause. Rewind. 

        Slower. Even slower. This is the process, represented on the monitor of your mind while projected by the light of your mind's eye, denoted by Carl Jung as "individuation." The "rewind" metaphor is inaccurate because we don't become unbroken in the same sequence, order of breakerations, as the process between now and when your soulball was perfect. Said metaphor is accurate in its portraying that we are broken and that we can unbreak - or heal - ourselves bit by bit, shard by shard, trauma by trauma, over time.