Kintsugi is a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. It treats breakage and repair as part of an object’s history, rather than something to hide.
“The story of kintsugi—this style of pottery—may be the most perfect embodiment of all our trauma-shattered lives... Instead of throwing away the broken beloved pottery, we’ll fix it in a way that doesn’t pretend it hasn’t been broken but honors the breaking—and more so, the surviving—by highlighting those repaired seams with gold lacquer. Now the object is functional once again and dignified, not discarded. It’s stronger and even more valuable because of its reinforced, golden scars.” - Jay Wolf
I realized I’ve been subconsciously mourning the end of an era. The power of three broken.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t upset about it because I am. This was a big part of my life. The fragmentation has reverberated throughout my grieving process because it hurts to know things will never be the same. I thought I was mourning the end of one tie, but in looking at the bigger picture, maybe it hurt so hard because subconsciously I knew that it was going to break the bigger bond as well.
I’m currently still in the “hurt” period but I do hope that one day I can look back on it with more positive nostalgia for the memories I shared with them. But for now, it still hurts because it was such a big part of my life for nearly 20 years. That’s a BIG part of my life that’s no longer there. How do you move on? How do you adapt? How do you deal with change to what you cherished and loved so much once upon a time? You have to. Because you have no choice. I have no choice.
It’s tough. It’s tough going from talking everyday to… just not. I miss sharing fun updates, exciting news, even the sad, heavy stuff. It was routine, it was love. Every time I have a piece of news I want to share, I have to remind myself to hold back.
I know I didn’t lose both ties but in a way, it feels like I did because the dynamic is not the same. Because the dynamic has changed. The energy is no longer there.
I’ve had to hold back because one tie is severed completely. And the other connection, I’ve had to learn to give people space and patience. Which is hard for me because I’m so used to being close and wanting to be close to people. It’s hard because I miss them so much. I yearn for the girl dates and feeling healed after each get together. And with that lacking in my life, I feel like I haven’t been able to feel whole in a while. This new normal I’ve been trying to adjust to is a struggle for someone who thrives on social interaction with their closest.
It sucks so much feeling like I’ve lost that connection. My people. My safety net. My tribe. My heart. I’m not a person who likes to be by myself. I like having community and I like spending time with them. I like making memories and sharing experiences with them.
And it’s hard starting over when you’re older.
It’s hard having to go out there to actively search and find your people. When you’re younger, it’s easier to be in social settings with similar people of similar interests because of school, extracurriculars, clubs, communal spaces, etc. But as an adult, it requires more effort because those opportunities diminish with added responsibilities of adulthood taking up your time and thus less availability in your schedule. It feels like you’re inconveniencing people when you’re trying to build and invest time in relationships, because as we get older, we base our activity selection and allocation of our time on mutual schedules and conveniences. While as a kid, you didn’t really care if you were inconveniencing other parties (parents) to hang out with your friends. You were more willing to make the time in your schedule.
I wish as adults, we made more effort.
Or maybe I just need to find my tribe again.
It’s hard and I’m scared to put myself back out there but I’m doing my best at starting over and making time and space for new connections.
I don’t want to open myself up to be taken for granted again and feel like I wasted my time and heart. My heart can’t take it. But I want to find the people who want to make the time. The people who are excited when I text them plans to hang out. To dress up. To try a new restaurant. To book that trip. To experience new things. Even little things. To yolo some dumb shit. To make some bad/fun decisions at 3am. To just want to fill my cup because my energy fills theirs.
It’s hard as an adult because you’ve developed this sense of skepticism in people. In your younger, naive years, you had more hope and faith in people. But as you grow older and people let you down, that part of you that believes in people gets fragmented. But I still want to believe in people. I want to believe there are people out there looking for people like me to also fill their cup. I don’t want to lose hope in people. I want to believe that type of friendship and heart still exists. The ones that would do for me exactly as I would do for them.
I need this to unbreak my heart.