Sharp window broken bridge

Sharp window broken bridge
In search of lost balance
Once, many years ago, on a quiet street stood a house with an amazing window. The worshiped, as if opened hugs, it looked at the world from the height of its floor. The window was called a broken bridge. Not because it was damaged, but because behind him, in the depths of the cozy room, was a man who was constantly thinking about how to restore balance in his life. He saw his life as a broken bridge, a barrier that needs to be overcome. His thoughts, like water, flowed through him, and remained in him, did not find a way out.
Secret for sash
Inside the sash of the window, an artist was hidden, who was lost in the maze of his own experiences. He saw the world, but could not see himself. Each trifle around - the rustle of foliage, the singing of birds, the smell of rain - spoke in it with painful strings. He felt lonely, as if abandoned on the island in the vast ocean. Loneliness is what most disturbed him, like cracks, corroding the foundation of his soul. He tried to find comfort in creativity, but the colors seemed pale, the brushes were heavy.
Return to the origins
Once, sitting by the window, a broken bridge, the artist noticed an old letter. It was a letter from his grandmother, written by neat handwriting, with love and care. In it, she talked about the power of hope and how important relationships are. Reading the words of the grandmother, the artist seemed to see a delicate ray of light, breaking through the clouds. He realized that it was necessary to look not only internal, but also for external balance. Perhaps the key to healing was not in solitude, but in communication, in the support of relatives and friends. He realized that the broken bridge does not need to be restored alone, but we need to look for support, support in close people. Hoping for sincerity. Windows sash seemed to open towards the world, promising a new, complete harmony.