50 Degrees of Losing It

I can't believe how long it's been since I actually posted. My internet at my townhouse is not really consistent, so I had to come back to my parent's house to post this. Well I actually came back to mow the lawn and this just happened to be here. Finished my dresser...I know you were wondering. It's purrrdy.
So thought:
Lately I've been struck by the depth of brokenness. Several conversations with a myriad of friends and family have revealed just how broken we can be, and I cannot stop dwelling on it. There is a frustration to being human, but there is a frailty as well that I don't think I've ever seriously contemplated. It is physical in its aging, growing cracks and crumbling the haughty strut of youth. It's emotional in its fear, its dark secrets, it's inability to trust. It's spiritual in its loneliness, its insatiability. And how do we deal? Addictions, denial, self-mutilation (internal and external), pride, lies, numbness. Anything. The human spinal chord is the consistency of a wet paper towel, yet through it our very existence flows and feels. How physiology and psychology are deceptively intertwined. I saw a quote recently that read, "There is only one degree of having faith, but there are 50 degrees of losing it." I guess that's what gets me: how paper thin and fickle our wholeness really is. It shouldn't be such a surprise then that all of us are broken, dysfunctional, self-doubters and liars to some extent. What should be a surprise is how in the world we aren't worse off.
(PS this is actually probably the happiest I've ever been in my life. I wake up every day overjoyed at where I am, who I'm there with and what opportunities are close at hand. There is a peace. Finally. )