10 October 2017
Imagine having a beautiful pot perhaps a Ming so precious in its kind.
You keep it in a good show because maybe it's a much-desired purchase, it's a souvenir of a major trip, or it's a generous family handkerchief.
One day he gets hit and falls! We blame each other: we had to be careful not to leave it in inexperienced hands but no matter who is the fault: the vessel is now broken!
Gather all the cobs in silence and the anguish of throwing it goes up into your throat because it's a part of you and so you decide a crazy job: it is to be re-bonded.
With the effort to recover the irreparable and the jar is again whole but different, it has horrible creeps and anyone repeating that it is useless to keep it in a good show ... now is not the same, it is not so nice to admire it is indeed shabby.
If, before you retrieved it, it seemed to you the most logical choice, now slowly begin to listen to the voices ... the decision is not simple: leave it there and hope that with your time your eyes will accept its discomfort to the point that one day you will perceive it just, or throw it without reservations?
What is the moral of my friends?
Who are the broken pots?
They are all those people who have suffered a pain or that in turn are the cause of that pain and can not go back because the tape of life can not simply wrap it up ... only time will cure their cracks making them imperceptible to the eyes of others not to them.
Dedicated to all those who feel broken pots ... like me.
Casaccia Irene
You keep it in a good show because maybe it's a much-desired purchase, it's a souvenir of a major trip, or it's a generous family handkerchief.
One day he gets hit and falls! We blame each other: we had to be careful not to leave it in inexperienced hands but no matter who is the fault: the vessel is now broken!
Gather all the cobs in silence and the anguish of throwing it goes up into your throat because it's a part of you and so you decide a crazy job: it is to be re-bonded.
With the effort to recover the irreparable and the jar is again whole but different, it has horrible creeps and anyone repeating that it is useless to keep it in a good show ... now is not the same, it is not so nice to admire it is indeed shabby.
If, before you retrieved it, it seemed to you the most logical choice, now slowly begin to listen to the voices ... the decision is not simple: leave it there and hope that with your time your eyes will accept its discomfort to the point that one day you will perceive it just, or throw it without reservations?
What is the moral of my friends?
Who are the broken pots?
They are all those people who have suffered a pain or that in turn are the cause of that pain and can not go back because the tape of life can not simply wrap it up ... only time will cure their cracks making them imperceptible to the eyes of others not to them.
Dedicated to all those who feel broken pots ... like me.
Casaccia Irene
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