I sometimes wonder what the trails actually looked like on my journey to discovering Wabi-sabi. Every now and then I stop and take a metaphorical look back on the path, but I rarely see more than happenstance. A life long perfectionist, I've mostly been concerned with getting things done expeditiously and being able to claim victory over yet another check mark on the list. Occasionally prone to just plain giving up on plans and goals, I have long known that things rarely end in the way I've visualized them in the beginning and that has frequently led to disappointment, mostly in myself, but often with others. It's not difficult to see myself as a cracked pot; offering much promise, but ultimately failing at it's full and intentioned purpose.The question that begs to be asked is this: what does one usually do with cracked pots?
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