In Japanese tradition, broken ceramics are mended with gold lacquer. The repair becomes part of the beauty. What was fractured is now more valuable than what was whole.
Time does not diminish. It reveals. The worn surface, the faded edge, the uneven glaze -- each imperfection is a record of existence, a proof of being used and loved.
Perfect symmetry is an illusion. Nature never repeats exactly. The branch curves where the wind pushed it. The leaf grows toward the light it found. Beauty follows function.
Beauty in imperfection.