Prompt — Me: What Does It Mean To Be A Whole Person?

Summary

The author reflects on self-perception, challenging the idea that being "broken" precludes being a complete person, and affirms self-acceptance despite imperfections.

Abstract

The author begins with self-doubt, questioning their wholeness due to perceived flaws and uncertainties in life goals and methods. However, they come to realize that the presence of flaws and uncertainties does not negate their completeness as a person. Drawing a parallel to Humpty Dumpty, the author acknowledges their imperfections, including mistakes and a lack of clarity about personal desires, but ultimately asserts that they are whole and sufficient, embracing their worth despite the cracks and misplaced pieces in their life.

Opinions

The author initially feels incomplete and in need of repair, doubting their own ability to achieve a satisfactory state of being.
Despite recognizing their mistakes and uncertainties, the author concludes that personal flaws and life's complexities do not diminish their inherent worth.
The author equates their situation to the irreparable state of Humpty Dumpty, yet insists on their wholeness, suggesting a redefinition of what it means to be a whole person.
There is a strong emphasis on self-acceptance, with the author affirming that they are enough, regardless of imperfections and life's challenges.

Heart: Am I enough?

At first I was thinking that I’m not a whole person. I believe I’m broke. I need to be fixed. I don’t know that I, or anyone else, can ever fix me to where I want to be. There’s always gonna be cracks, maybe even some things placed in the wrong spots.

I think I know what I want, but I’m not positive. I think I know how to get what I want, but, again, I’m not sure. I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I also know I am enough.

Another thing, just because I’m broken, just because I don’t have my life figured out, doesn’t mean I’m not a whole person. At first I thought it did, but after I thought about it for a little while, I realize I am. I might be a little like Humpty Dumpty, and maybe all the king’s men won’t be able to put me together again.

But I’m still all here, just with a few cracks and a few pieces misplaced. And again, I am enough.