Not broken?

The last couple of days have been a struggle. I somehow have come out the other side and do not feel like crying constantly. It is strange but time seems to heal the little downs. I was speaking with a man today who has HIV and has spent his life struggling. It was interesting to hear him talk about life and his belief in the world and all things in it being interconnected. Spirit, mind and body. He called them the three big ones, and how when one is out of whack all of them are effected. I don't know if it is my mind or my spirit that feels broken, but something is very out of whack. I appreciated what he was saying though. He has spent so much time contemplating. Believing that there is no good or evil. No up or down. It is just all on a continuum, so while we are busy trying to define something perhaps it is undefinable by the limitations that we put on them. So maybe I am not complete but I am not broken. Just a thought.