The human emotion is a complicated terrain to navigate. No matter how many times you walk forward, and move on; sometimes you keep coming back to that same spot, that same emotion. But every single time, something changes. The air is different, the sky less blue, and your footsteps heavier. 

Most adults will tell you that every time a part of you is broken, you can always recover the pieces and glue them back together. Everything will return to the way things were.

I find that hard to imagine. 

There are pieces that refuse to return no matter how much you want to make it work. Every single time, every single mistake, every single heartache. Pieces that, when combined together, become a huge mess of who you are that has gone amiss. Some pieces take time before they can be glued back. Routines, no matter how repetitive, change. Emotions are complex, they either aggravate or appease you but never at the same magnitude. Feelings only reach a certain extent and then wither away.

I envy people who have managed to convince themselves otherwise. Not for how simple they look at the world, I want to know where they find the strength to accept and move on. I want to ask if they ever feel incomplete or if they ever managed to find the pieces that broke away. 

Did they ever look? Did they wait? Did they just look for something else and walked away?