𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 𝖚𝖕,
𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍,
𝕸𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖘,
𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙,
𝕴'𝖒 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙.

Extremely tired and tortured
Still blossoms bloom on orchids 🌸🎭

In Japan there is an art form
called kintsukuroi which means
to repair with gold
When a ceramic *** or bowls
would break the artisan would
put the pieces together again
using gold or silver lacquer
to create something stronger
forevermore beautiful than before
The breaking is never something
to hide
It doesn’t mean that the work of the art
is ruined or without value because
it is different than what anticipated
Kintsukuroi is a way of living that
embraces every flaw and imperfections
Every crack is part of the  history of
the object and it becomes forevermore
beautiful
precisely because it has been
broken
I’ve told this story to tell you this
People are the same way
Being hurt or heart broken
or feeling broken generally
is not who you are
It is something that happens to you
Rise up stand proud and move forward
Stop looking about what the world says
about you and who you are
The value of your worth is more
than you can ever conceive
and when you trust
in your heart you’ll understand
the Power you house within
Cracks and all your true value
can never be lost in translation