The beauty of the crooked.

The beauty of the crooked.

I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.

How beautiful it is to celebrate the scars and the darkness of an entity that clashes it into morsels of despair and when handled with love and ounces of care, it sheds its older identity and steps into a new existence. Humans are made of stardust with hearts of glass that are too often broken at the hands of the ones they love. But also heal in the embrace of love.

As a writer and poet, I have squandered across tales of magnificent lovers and tragic endings that bewildered the soul. But writing about the humanness of humans is the most beautiful realm to be touched upon. The beauty of the mundanity in our daily life, the smell of coffee with a book on a sunny weekend, the aroma of our favourite food, the fondness of our loved ones, the euphoric feeling after achieving a milestone, to live the life of awe is to draw joy of the ordinary amidst the journey of extraordinary. We are the strongest beings in the realm of mortality yet are the ones who lie the most broken inside. The complex simplicity of our emotions constitutes the beauty of our connections with one another.

Living our lives in isolation is not possible for the social being, man thrives on connection and social interaction. But how much of ourselves do we hide to be liked, to be welcomed in a group of individuals? How many of us can step into our authentic light and be okay with being judged? It takes courage to cultivate a sense of belief in stepping into the outside world with our unique sense of individuality. We often shame ourselves for our actions and errs that our past selves hold, we shed away the weaknesses we think the society would deem unacceptable and frail.

But it is up to us to decide as to how we show up in the world. The journey we stride through was designed to be unique to every one of us.

So the next time you look in the mirror and think how imperfect or unworthy you are

Remember this

The beauty that you are, the heart that loves in its depths true,

Hold your head high and embrace your scars

Knowing that broken is beautiful too.

-Hridya