The Magic of Being Broken

Embracing Imperfection

Michael Ken

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Photo by Matt Artz on Unsplash

We all know Perfection lies outside human reach, an enticing illusion of what we are supposed to be, stealing us away from ourselves, propelling us towards some goal beyond our humanity. But what if the secrets we seek lie within, coded in our DNA, long forgotten like a treasure hidden in plain view? This much I know: Our highest potential is found in simplicity, waiting to be discovered like a child playing hide and seek, growing impatient as we search in distant places, trying not to burst into laughter as we approach near.

Perfectionism is a curse, a dark lie; an act of fear.

Afraid to be ourselves, afraid to show our failures, we pick up the pieces that make us proud, no matter how few they may be or how incomplete they leave us. Our humanity was meant to be embraced, lived strong and bright like a bolt of lightning splitting the air on a warm, Spring day.

If only we were brave enough to be ourselves, gathering all the pieces that would make us whole, no matter how broken, chipped, or dull, pulling ourselves together, shining bright without pride, displaying our true selves without shame.

This my friends, is true beauty, authentic living, and as perfect as we can be.

In Japan, when a precious bowl or cup is broken, it is not discarded, but repaired, its wounds bandaged in precious metals, revealing its imperfection, memorializing its story, eternalizing its history.

And by embracing its true nature, the cup transcends its former self without ever abandoning what it is, fully experiencing its journey, celebrating the magical process that comes only from being broken and being healed.

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Michael Ken

My journal about life in the woods. Visit intothewoods.blog to see my complete journal, photographs, and articles.