I watched it fall in slow motion. I hung my head in defeat as I heard the piercing crash. No, it was not an expensive heirloom or anything, I had picked it up at a garage sale for a mere fifty cents. But all the same, I loved that little gold embossed tea cup. There was something about its quiet beauty that appealed to me. Its simple elegance, its delicate qualities, they all seemed to speak of a time past; an era in which people socialized by conversing while sipping out of tiny tea cups in their sunday best instead of guzzling down Redbulls while staring at their Facebook pages with bloodshot eyes. This little piece of porcelain served as a reminder of those glorious days of old...until today. The cup was probably from the 40's or 50's. It survived all those decades just to come to this unfortunate end in 2014 at the hands of a clumsy photographer. The tragedy. I stared at the broken mess before me for a few moments, unsure how to react to this situation. My cat stared at me disapprovingly from his perch on my desk. After coming to the depressing reality the cup was most definitely beyond repair of any kind, I crestfallenly marched out of the room to find a vacuum and waste basket. Goodbye my friend... I somberly thought as I began to throw the shards into the basket. Then I had an epiphany. Who decided brokeness was ugly? If something is beautiful, wouldn't it still be beautiful even if it changes shape a bit? Just because something isn't what society deems perfect doesn't mean it has lost its potential for greatness. I quickly pulled the shards out of the trash and arranged them on a table determined to prove beauty still existed in the shards. Today I lost a beloved tea cup. But I learned a lesson;
Brokenness is not defeat; its merely an opportunity to create something new.
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AuthorAmy Renne Archives
September 2018
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