Kintsukuroi

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Kintsukuroi


How long has it been since we've been ourselves? We smile, but we don't feel the happiness within. We proclaim our love, but the butterflies have gone away. We cry our hearts out, yet nothing seems to change. Gardening no longer feels the same. Favorite dishes have lost their flavour. What about our favourite songs or books? The songs have had enough of waiting in the playlist. And the dust has settled on the books on the book shelf.

I love how happy we appear to be in those childhood photos, vacation memories with pals, and birthday parties with relatives. We didn't just grow up; we matured. We went from being emotional and attached to people to being afraid of letting anyone step over the boundary line. We matured as a result of life and other people. Frequent chats about all those silly topics were reduced to merely responding to their stories.

Promises are always made with the intention of being broken. Everything has to come to an end, sooner or later. But, inevitably, we try as hard as we can to hold on to those promises, goods, and people. We are afraid of losing a piece of ourselves with their departure. What we frequently forget is that when people depart, they leave a piece of themselves behind. We can grab a piece of them while losing a piece of ourselves. We can reassemble all of our broken pieces, just as the Japanese restore their broken potteries with gold- Kintsukuroi.

Our hearts being broken is a fictitious expression, but wouldn't it be wonderful if we could truly join all the broken pieces one by one, with plenty of love and patience? Our heart would shine the brightest with the addition of gold! We won't have to worry about someone getting too close again. We'd be back to our old selves... We shall finally be Us : )

@_arushmita_

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