We are all broken in some way. No one arrives in this world fractured. Children begin as whole beings—wide-eyed, trusting, untouched by the shadows that shape the rest of us. They love without caution. They give without expecting anything in return. But innocence is fragile, and the world is full of people carrying their own cracks. Broken people break others, often without knowing, sometimes without caring. It becomes a cycle—relentless, ancient, and so tangled no one can truly say where the first fracture began.