Theme number 5: unbreakable.
I used to think I was that. All high and mighty, you know. Back when I was unbreakable, I thought that I could go through life as I would a superhero, soaring through its difficulties and smashing through its obstacles.
I thought that I could save myself and anyone else, even at gunpoint, in my little fantasies where I was the hero.
Not really. Not anymore.
Not after I've been crushed by paranoia, strangled by fear, and if you needed a physical thing, then almost killed by a seat belt.
No, really. A seat belt. Well, a seat belt smashing into my liver at more than 50 miles an hour, but a seat belt nonetheless.
I'm pretty breakable now.
Reaching for an eraser, I sighed to myself as I reread the words I had just written. Was I in a writing funk or what? Themes that don't make sense, themes that are seriously depressing- like, really?
I'd better step it up some.
Taking the paper and crumpling it, I started on a new sheet.
Hopefully I wouldn't screw it up this time. Well, badly.
Nothing's unbreakable. Nothing. The roughest diamonds can shatter, and ethereal stars in the sky will pass away with time.
Nobody's unbreakable, either. If you took a certain draft of this paper out of the trash and un-crumpled it, you'd find pretty good evidence.
Everyone has a breaking point, I guess. It's not necessarily being beaten, or threatened. It just kinda depends on the person.
People who say that they're unbreakable lie. They really do.
Take the so-called "first emperor of China", Qin Shi-huang. He was really big. Like, really, really big. His freaking tomb has more clay soldiers than there are people in my city.
But he broke. Very easily.
Because there's a little thing called death that gets into everybody.
If guns don't break you, if gas tanks, possible destruction of Earth at any given moment, poisonous spiders, or rejection by the whole world won't break you, the death will reach in and do the breaking for you.
So it really isn't the best thing ever to pretend that you're the best. Because in reality, you're just another person.
But, of course, that doesn't mean that you can't dream. Just because you can't be unbreakable doesn't mean that you can't be tough.
Because, really, once you accept that you're fragile, it won't affect you as much.
It's a little thing called humility.
If you know that you aren't strong, know that you don't control the whole world, that's when you really are strong- because instead of looking for material things like wealth and strength, you'll actually look for things that actually count- like love from other people and God himself.
And isn't love the strongest bond we can possibly have?