Growing up, my mom always told me to be mindful of people’s feelings. It wasn’t just a mean thing to do, but also a shocking breach of etiquette. But it always bothered me how being considerate of people’s feelings jarred against being honest, even when kind. I’m of the opinion that no one has a right to be offended, but also one should never be spiteful. There’s a meme that always rubs me the wrong way about this.
I get what that is trying to say: once you hurt someone, the damage can’t be repaired. But what it misses is that people have to get “damaged” in order to grow and mature. Facing adversity makes people stronger. The world isn’t going to save your feelings all the time. But in damage there can also be beauty.
This ancient Japanese tradition is based on the philosophy that things that have been broken can be made to be more beautiful than before. They have overcome adversity, and have a history and scars of what they have overcome. Just because something broke, it shouldn’t be discarded. So it is with people. Some of us are more damaged than others. But just because we are damaged doesn’t mean we are no longer needed or wanted. It is our responsibility to fill our breaks with gold, and become stronger for having been broken. No one else can do that for you.
A flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all. — The Emperor, Mulan
When you break, pick up the pieces and make them more beautiful. Show the world that you are no longer the same, but better. And you’ll be stronger for it 🙂
October 22nd, 2014 at 8:52 AM
I have very cool scars
October 22nd, 2014 at 8:54 AM
Oh, your knee is EPIC.
You need to pour molten gold on those scars 😀
October 22nd, 2014 at 8:59 AM
October 22nd, 2014 at 9:12 AM
October 22nd, 2014 at 9:03 AM
Sometimes you encounter an older person who radiates beauty. I always imagine that they are one who has faced this test head on and mastered it.
October 22nd, 2014 at 9:12 AM
Indeed they do. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
October 22nd, 2014 at 6:08 PM
There’s no self-righteousness in that path, so how can we feel good unless we hang on to our bitter festering wounds?
Huh. Put that way I have only strengthened your argument, haven’t I?
That is a beautiful bowl, just beautiful.
October 22nd, 2014 at 6:20 PM
In truth, there is beauty. Harsh sometimes, soft others, but there just the same 🙂
October 22nd, 2014 at 7:37 PM
I’ve known people that weren’t satisfied with the broken plate; they wanted to scatter the pieces, and guarantee no repair to what they destroyed.
Being the broken plate made me realize putting the pieces back together was a daunting task, but more aware of what I was made of.
October 22nd, 2014 at 10:08 PM
Yes, there are those who are not content until the plate is nothing but powder. But guess what??
There’s composite for that 😀
October 30th, 2014 at 5:29 PM
Aggie, you nailed it.
“But in damage there can also be beauty.”
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October 30th, 2014 at 9:39 PM