While I was searching for some good name that might bring some hope, google lead me to this one Japanese word. KINTSUKUROI. It told us a story about a broken pottery with scars that turns out to be a beautiful pieces.
"The story is told of a bowl that was much loved by a military ruler. One day during a gathering, a servant accidentally dropped the bowl, which broke into five pieces. Everyone paused, fearing for the young man as the military leader was known to possess a quick, harsh temper. Then one of the guests improvised a comic poem about the incident, provoking laughter all around and restoring the leader to good spirits. This story goes on to say that instead of the break "…diminishing [the bowl's] appeal, a new sense of its vitality and resilience raised appreciation to even greater heights." The bowl had become more beautiful for having been broken. The true life of the bowl "…began the moment it was dropped…".From that day onward, mended bowls have been used and cherished for generations. In Japan, cracks in precious bowls are often filled with gold. The Japanese believe that when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful."
The more I search about Kintsukuroi, my heart fall even more with the meaning behind it. Each one of us have our own story. Either the one that we create or the one that have been destined for us. All of us have our difficulties. Sometimes, those difficulties make us wanna stop from breathing, make us feels like we have to give it up. Most of the time, we forgot that something that we want might be waiting in front of us. It might be a matter of steps that we took. Often, we forget as there is nobody who can remind us the fact that for something that we can't have now doesn't mean we can't have it later.
