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life is not kintsugi.
We think we can control our destiny. But it has already been planned, and Set in motion by a force, we are oblivious to. We think we can mend our lives. But what has broken, can only be forced together. Showing the abyss, screaming, shouting and telling, that this was not how it was, when brand new. Life is not the art of kintsugi, where gold brings state of art beauty, to make the broken china look pristine, With its flaws and imperfections. We think we can change our paths and start anew…
