8.AM. November. Nancy. Cold and foggy day.
Like every morning you take me out of the cupboard, but I guess you have not had enough sleep last night. Probably because Sarah left you. Pretty heartbreaking. As soon as you touched me, you dropped me to the floor and smashed me into pieces. I am broken like you. I know that you are sad. Because I am your favourite mug. But, hey! I am not dead yet!
Do you remember your last trip in Japan? What did you learn there? In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold. The flaw is seen as a unique piece of the object’s history, which adds to its beauty.
Consider this when you feel broken. Don’t throw me away. I can be repaired.
And I will be even more beautiful than I was before.
Martina & Chiara & Anet & Giovanna & Cristina