the japanese have a tradition they call kintsugi, where they use gold, silver or platinum powder mixed with lacquer to repair something that is broken. so the repaired piece becomes more beautiful than the original, and becomes a part of the object's beauty rather than render it useless or old. the "wounds" of the object thus become an integral part of its being, rather than something to be hidden.
our lives are constantly broken. by time, by thought, by mystery, by people and by grief. and nothing breaks you more than the unknown. every person i meet seems to be mortally afraid of being alone. better sad days than lonely days. better a bad movie than a quiet weekend. better a bad relationship than dinners alone with the wind. when did we all become so afraid of ourselves? do we not trust? is there no meaning anymore in the self? is the soul determined to wander confused and aimless because it was not taught how to love the self above all else?
in the 15th century, when kintsugi originated, it was rumoured that people became so enamoured with the art that they deliberately broke precious lacquerware so it may be repaired with strands of gold. wabi-sabi, a related Japanese concept talks about how you embrace the flawed and the imperfect, and how an object's brokenness simply becomes an event in its life, rather than the end of its journey.
you are the gold lacquer that has now filled the cracks in my soul. i am broken, but you have made me beautiful. i am alone, but you have taught me how to be happy. i am lonely, but i now know how to cherish it. you are the love that has repaired the thin fissures of my soul, and made me more beautiful than before.
our lives are constantly broken. by time, by thought, by mystery, by people and by grief. and nothing breaks you more than the unknown. every person i meet seems to be mortally afraid of being alone. better sad days than lonely days. better a bad movie than a quiet weekend. better a bad relationship than dinners alone with the wind. when did we all become so afraid of ourselves? do we not trust? is there no meaning anymore in the self? is the soul determined to wander confused and aimless because it was not taught how to love the self above all else?
in the 15th century, when kintsugi originated, it was rumoured that people became so enamoured with the art that they deliberately broke precious lacquerware so it may be repaired with strands of gold. wabi-sabi, a related Japanese concept talks about how you embrace the flawed and the imperfect, and how an object's brokenness simply becomes an event in its life, rather than the end of its journey.
you are the gold lacquer that has now filled the cracks in my soul. i am broken, but you have made me beautiful. i am alone, but you have taught me how to be happy. i am lonely, but i now know how to cherish it. you are the love that has repaired the thin fissures of my soul, and made me more beautiful than before.