The gift of pain

Growing up means to look at the past and be able to understand what took place even in scary moments (or apparently good ones) from a more mature point of view. If you remain behaving as a child, angry, frustrated and blaming everyone but yourself for your issues, you will always be unhappy and a bad company to those who care for you.
We are all broken since childhood, because we are like animals waking up to conciousness and past generations didn't had any idea on how to best instruct children to achieve happiness as adults. In this endless cicle of error, parents failed to instruct their children and we are trying to be the ones to break the wheel and bring an end to everlasting mistakes. But we aren't free from error.
Far from it, actually. We have been spreading the gift of pain even before we had a chance to actually choose. I was broken at the age of 6, and I was breaking someone else by the time I was 12. And he was breaking someone else by the time he was 20, spreading like cancer the darkness that dwells within us.
So we sit together and in a hug we cry for what we did to each other, to others, and for what was done to us. One night to remember, understand, forgive, let go and forget. Time to bury the past and to shine free from it.
Can we ever be truly free from it, or shall it always take a conscious effort not to act on the broken shards of our hearts?