If you drop anything unintentionally, such as a bowl or pot, and then pick up the pieces, you will discover that the pieces are beautiful in their own way. To collect something small and beautiful from something bigger that has been shattered. It's like seeing it for the first time. It's as if you've never seen that side of the pot before.

We're always looking for wholeness and perfection. But, in fact, nothing can be whole. Things can be beautiful even when they are broken. As a matter of fact, I don't think it's always vital for us to be fixed or healed. It's not required to be stuck or fixed together with gold or otherwise. A piece is good enough. It'll suffice.

Life's struggles are an inevitable part of the journey. There are two sides to every story. You may be said to have failed at this or that. You can bag it up, and there may be guilt and all that.

On the other hand, you've got this incredible experience that you're going through. And you're carrying something more valuable, something more profound through it all.  Failure is not anything to be ashamed of. It is necessary. We would not attempt anything if we were afraid of failing. We wouldn't even be bold or courageous enough to live this life. So we work through our failures, we survive, and something new emerges as a result. Something shattered and in pieces provides an excellent opportunity for something entirely new. So, It's time to let go of your 'perfect or flawless life.' It's time to acknowledge that we all fail - it's a fact of life.

Yet we've been taught that failure is something to be ashamed of, something to be carried around silently. We need to own our failures, celebrate them, share them, and learn from them. People rejoice in their accomplishments. I'm not aware of anyone rejoicing in their failures. But you'll have to incorporate your imagination to see that. Isn't it ?