Broken

At the store where I work, we can't get through a day without hearing something fall to the floor and break. A vase, a plate, a cup. Even if it is a small crack, we still dispose of it. The risk of a customer or a worker being hurt outweighs any profit we make on the item. So I "mark it out." I go into the system, adjust it to a zero value, and we crush it in our huge compactor. Worthless. Disposed of.

For us humans, we can't get through life without some cracks, without being broken, and sometimes shattered. It might seem that these flaws diminish us, that perhaps they are even something to be ashamed of. It could be that they even make us feel worthless, and we might be ready to throw it all away.

I love this idea that something damaged becomes more beautiful. We should see ourselves and other people this way. The world would be a better place.

Susan