Once, I found peace.

I found a place of perfect crystalline stillness, a quiet place where I understood all that I was and all that I wished and all that could ever matter.
Until I no longer did.
 

This shattered me, this finding and then loss of contentment, it tore me apart, but then we are all broken, in part. We are all a collection of fractures and breakages, patches and repairs. Yet perhaps it is these very seams of distress, these fissures, that create the strength and beauty that we each become after such events, it seems to me that ‘the cracks are where the light gets in’.

In a time where many political and social fracture lines seem to be appearing, the philosophy of Kintsugi, the repairing of broken pottery with gold, has perhaps become more than apt for this strange present in which we live.

Breakage is not the end.
Kintsugi treats breakage and repair as part of the history and cycle of an entity. Done well, it not only mends but also strengthens and improves the entity. Perhaps it brings hope knowing that from breakage, through repair, can come strength through beauty.

...and repair.