Yesterday, while I was walking, I came across a heart-shaped fallen leaf. At first, I just thought it was beautiful. But the longer I looked at it, the more I saw myself in it. The leaf was dry, weathered, and imperfect. Part of it was missing, and part of it was stained by time. It had already fallen from the tree, yet when the sunlight passed through it, it still seemed to glow. Perhaps that is why I relate to it so much. Lately, my heart has felt a lot like this leaf. Broken in places. Worn down by grief. No longer attached to the future I thought I would have. There are parts of me that still carry the marks of promises that never came true. And yet, I still picked up this leaf and embraced its beauty. I did not reject it because it was damaged. I tried not to think it was worthless because it had fallen. If anything, its imperfections made it even more precious to me. Maybe that is the lesson I am trying to learn about my own heart. Just because it is broken does not mean it is no longer beautiful. Just because it is wounded does not mean it is beyond love. And just because it fell does not mean its story is over. have a wonderful weekend, folks! ❤️🩹🍂
Last updated on:2026-06-07T08:10:12+05:30
Comments (5)
the fight against the broken parts of myself and treating them with the same kindness i'd give something beautiful I found on the ground.
beautiful
when you picked up that leaf, did a part of you already know the lesson it was trying to show you
finding a cracked seashell after my breakup and carrying it around for weeks because it felt like me, damaged, a little worn down, but still here.
this is so beautiful! One thing I've learnt, it even though my broken heart has triggers, its important to see the "glimmers" each day brings. Thank you for sharing your glimmer. You are beautiful like this leaf and I hope you continue to glow