Broken But Beautiful
Isn't it worth going for, even if there is a little chance?
we all see shining stars in the sky daily, but when we see a star breaking, we tend to close our eyes and dream of something beautiful. Similarly, some things become more valuable when broken. Like heart, relationships, and the broken hearts of people in those broken relationships.
There is an Art of Kintsugi in Japan where broken ceramics are put back together again. Their cracks are filled with gold cement to remind you, remind me and remind all of us that broken can be beautiful again, to remind us that memories may fade but don’t be afraid to remember, to remind us the importance of being and staying glued in this together, to teach us that our past history is what helps us heal, to remind us that even though the heart moves on, does it ever forget?
I don’t know who binds those broken pieces, but I do know this for sure; that is why that homeless, shivering man still covers himself with that torn blanket. Because that blanket reminds him of himself, that blanket still re-units him to himself.
In Kintsugi, when two broken pieces are put back together, they are given time for the glue to harden and for the craftsman to divide the pieces before putting them back together. Hardening and softening with every breath, they stay distant, only to be together again. The fear of being completely broken again, the fear of having to hear or say yet another goodbye, the fear of loving way too much or maybe too little, and the fear of knowing that their hopes and dreams are still way too brittle.
But is that love even “love” where you’re not afraid of losing it? is that wandering man spiritual who doesn’t have a home? If you are willing to do it alone, take a deep breath if you are broken today that learn to become completely scattered tomorrow. Learn, Because Majnu also took his last breath with Laila. Learn, because Romeo also didn’t give up on Juliet. Learn because Shah Jahan is also buried with Mumtaz. Look at it that love doesn’t end after dying, and lovers are not afraid of being broken.
How old do you have to be to say you’re in love, 10, 15, 20, 21? How old do you think you’d be when you look back and laugh, 33, 52, 81? This is for all lovers; wrap yourself in that tattered blanket of love. You have walked a straight path for too long, don’t be afraid to take turns. Hold each other’s hand for the journey you’re unaware of. And for the destination. Let your lover choose his own path, you may live apart, but at least you dare to do so. What will happen if you break again? You will rise up again and say, “I did it again.”
So people, Remember and say it over and over again that you’re broken, broken, but you’re beautiful. And beautiful is strong enough to be broken again.
