Kintsugi: the art of precious scars

I’ve learnt a lot about breaking this year.

I’ve learnt how simple words shatter people into tiny invisible fragments spilt across pillowcases and soaked sheets. I’ve learnt that behind smiles are broken people who use laughter to mask the sound of screeching pain. I’ve learnt that life is so cruel it doesn’t slow down or pause while you break. There are jobs to be done, money to be made so this is how you exist…