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I found my fate below my feet. So I continue to tread gently. Sobering up from the intoxication of seeking. My light has never been lost and need not to be sought. I’m breaking the walls I built to cover the real me. Coated with anxiously raised endurance and strengths. All the layers of fallacy. My true nature has always been fragile. Yet I’m toughened by life’s impermanence. Holding on to the very meaning of life. Embracing all sufferings and hardships. Without losing sight of my creative and truer self.
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:37 AM UTC
I’m Not Lost
I found my fate below my feet. So I continue to tread gently. Sobering up from the intoxication of seeking. My light has never been lost and need not to be sought. I’m breaking the walls I built to cover the real me. Coated with anxiously raised endurance and strengths. All the layers of fallacy. My true nature has always been fragile. Yet I’m toughened by life’s impermanence. Holding on to the very meaning of life. Embracing all sufferings and hardships. Without losing sight of my creative and truer self.
"For more than 500 years, pottery in Japan has found a new lease of life through kintsugi, the traditional Japanese art form of sealing cracks with lacquer and gold powder. This technique of repair embodies the wabi-sabi aesthetic, which embraces the beauty in imperfection."
eloisa
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F/Japan
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:37 AM UTC
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