How To Fix Yourself In Case You Ever Break

I think compassion is the only term we need, paired with patience. But then again, those are two words not one. Yet one in this case cannot exist without the other as it is the synergy of compassion and patience, the self-love multiplied by time giving us that healing unguent we would need in case of crack. The glue of healing.

We all do. Break.

If you say you never do you are either lying to others or to yourself. When you lie to others it’s probably to appear ‘better than’, as you try to live up to a standard drilled into your mind stating humans never break.

FYI: it is a lie.

If you lie to yourself on the other hand, it’s harder to fix. It means you believe so deeply you are not allowed to break, that when you do — because you will — you end up in a hundred little pieces.

Still, they can be fixed, it might require a little more advanced skills on your part, but everything will be ok for you too.

The ancient Japanese, wiser in some ways of living, have a wonderful way of looking at what is broken, a way we westerner should seriously consider learning from:

Kintsukuroi (“golden mend”): the art of precious scars! The Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold — mended flaws become part of the object’s design, and some people believe the pottery to be even more beautiful having gone through the process of being broken and repaired.

The art of precious scars… how beautiful is that? Half of the healing already comes for having such a point of view now doesn’t it?

There is a chance you have seen this information before, but have you ever stopped to think about it? Have you ever spent a moment, while broken, to consider this could be your best time, the moment when you learn a skill that will enhance you as a human being, instead of simply being crashed by desperate events?

Westerners are not good at this, we are only good at hiding our truths. Busy playing the macho game regardless of ones gender. Yet we all know all humans fall, so why don’t we don’t get taught in school the proper ways to get up and heal again.

Improved. Enhanced like the Kintsukuroi vase.

Look at the initial featured image in this post. I thought it was genius. One of my million hobbies and interest is gardening and growing food. I learned from nature the way to withstand a storm: bend, and you won’t break; resist, and you will snap in two.

Find balance…

And even if you snap, stay still, wait, allow your branch to heal and love the new result. You do not need to look like everybody else. You can’t even if you try. If the injury makes you different, respect your uniqueness and learn the million things you can do and others can’t.

Your uniqueness is your mastery!

You will be unique even if you try to conform and blend. We all are. Better love it.

When we start, we are unique because we are born so different from one another; siblings are often so different no one would believe they were born and raised in the same household. There has to be a reason for this.

The so-called school education system tries to inoculate notions for us to adapt to and live by, slowly forcing many to lose our magic nature and conform to what we are told are best life practices.

Another lie.

If nature thought all humans should be born the same we would be clones, yet we are not. Our differences must mean something, so must our individual mistakes and falls.

Is it not true that, every time you learn to get up after a fall and take the next step, no matter how hard your soul and heart or body has been hurt, don’t you gain in strength, in confidence? Don’t you become a better individual?

Humans look at people who have gone through hell and managed to come back as heroes. We ask them to tell us how they did it. We ask them to write books. We put them on a stage to learn their strength, yet when we fall… we hide, filled with self blame and guilt for not being strong enough.

I am one of those. I have fallen pretty deep, my soul and heart and body so injured I had a gun to my head before I could legally drive! Yet I made myself into a Kintsukuroi artwork. I had to choose to die, or grow into my own, special way. I chose the latter.

Yet I still fall. And when I forget to bend, I snap.

I live my every breath like a fish, every inhale as important as the next one and if I fall, panic envelops me like a fool without direction. Until I stop and wait. And love and listen. And wait for my broken branch to heal in place and give me a new look.

Enhanced. Stronger. With a hint of gold.

Mr_modern_mystic gave us all a small big gift: an image we can use in case we break. An easy and silent way to make of our pains a new and better us. The trick is to let go of our idea we should not fall, for that idea is what keeps us trapped in pain.

And who wants that?