the Japanese art
of kintsugi
is rooted in the philosophy
that just because something breaks
that does not mean it can no longer be beautiful
nor does the beauty depend at all on
covering up the fact that the brokenness happened
sometimes the cracks can be the most beautiful part
[because it shows a history—
a story]

why can’t we as a society hold that same philosophy
for humans?

why can’t i
hold that same space i have for our golden-flecked coffee mug
for my own self?