Hmmm...

"I saw these shells and saw beauty in what they went through. Every chip missing shows that it went though hardship and came out on the other end. Every scratch means it had lived; it had adventure and came out alive with a story to tell. Every broken piece... but that's just it, isn't it? Every broken piece is a piece that is missing, not there, incomplete. Every wrack it has experienced has taken a bit of its victim with it. It will never be whole again. It will remain broken, incomplete.
These shells, these broken shells are my life; boring, dull to look at, and broken. I am broken. I have traveled a long time on the ocean's waves, traveling places and seeing things, going through hard times, rough times, going through beatings. Though I wasn't keen on it then, maybe some good will come of it now. You see, someday, like these shells, somebody will see me; a broken, incomplete thing, and rejoice in my existence.
Completely bare and unhidden are these shells. There is no secret to them, no mystery. I know how it works and how it doesn't. And in that, it is complete. Complete because I know.
Therefore, incomplete I will remain until someone sees me and understands; until someone sees me and knows."