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KINTSUGI
I learned kintsugi so I could fix my favorite broken mug.
The art that meant golden joinery,
Golden repair.
But I never thought about what it meant.
Why would I? I fixed my mug.
Until I broke,
Until I saw cracks within people that I love.
That was the moment I realized
Kintsugi isn't just for fixing ceramics
It is not to say what didn't kill you made you stronger.
It is to show what didn't kill you is now a part of your story.
A significant piece of who you are.
For better or worse,
whether it made you stronger, weaker, or traumatized,
It's. Still. You.
So we pick up the broken pieces of ourselves and the ones we love
And we put it back together with golden glue,
As best as we can.
We assure our loved ones not to conceal their scars
We promise them the glued parts aren't ugly.
That the cracks are now like a golden vein,
a vein through which ichor flows.
The same ichor that Gods bled is now,
Keeping us immortal for a while.
135/365 // 21/31 of March of Robots 2019 - kintsukuroi / kintsugi teacup robot