Sometimes the world breaks. Inside of you. Outside of you. same/same. These are special moments. When the willingness to look over rides the fear of the unknown. And the effort of trying to keep holding all of the pieces from cracking and splitting takes more energy than just letting a little chaos reorganize a new world ordering begging to be born. Because at least when what isn't working crumbles...you can build again.
When things get broken, all that is left to do is wait, witness, and water. What will grow next?
This much I know is true...we live on a regenerative planet. There is always a seed waiting and earning to sprout...and sometimes its desire to be born will break through what is holding it back from being born.
kintsugi is the Japenese art of celebrating the beauty in broken things.