I learnt a new word and I love the sound of it: kintsukuroi. It is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with seams of gold. Kintsugi repairs the brokenness in a way that makes the container even more beautiful than it was prior to being broken. Not a very common idea in western culture!
Instead of diminishing the bowl’s appeal and appreciation, the “break” offers the container a new sense of its vitality and resilience. The bowl has become more beautiful for having been broken. One can say that the true life of the bowl began the moment it was dropped!
Imagine you are that clay pot: celebrate your flaws and imperfections. Remember that you being you is what makes you uniquely beautiful.
And remember: “The world breaks everyone, then some become strong at the broken places.” Ernest Hemingway
An interesting essay on the art of kintsukuroi can be found in Flickwerk, The Aesthetics of Mended Japanese Ceramics.
Photos source | Kintsugi Japan
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Anonymous asked you: older jean? :oAhh I don’t know maybe he wears his hair a little longer and gets glasses because his eyesight gets bad from all the late nights helping Armin with strategies and maybe a piercing or two ヽ(；▽；)ノ
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It’s setting in finally…I’ll be hitting a milestone in my life in one week.
For someone who commonly had dreams involving her own death, always in the early twenties, it’s a bit strange to make it further because I always took it as a sign.
On the other hand, I think I’ll sit at home and cry all day at my turning into an old lady. I’ll officially be the “creepy older chick” at anime cons, still doing cosplay XD
It’s depressing and I’ve been feeling a bit morose about it, partially bc I don’t have any friends to occupy my time with and to soften the blow to my ego. It also sucks because we’re broke as shit, so I can’t buy a bunch of garage kits or other frivolous things to make me feel better.
I just made a bunch of inhuman noises.