‘My soul went cccrrcc’ hahaha. I love your videos when you talk about your pottery/ceramics. So much bandwidth taken up by things that should be completely pointless and uninteresting but your stories are anything but. I’m glued to the screen…..kansugi style.
It’s really is interesting how I latch onto and obsess over these seemingly little pointless things that most people would just get over like it was just an accident. I suppose once something acquires a more symbolical importance due to being idolized, it becomes more than just a mundane object like a teacup. Subconsciously I saw that Hermes cup as a pinnacle or achievement of a milestone, that being able to purchase it meant I was doing well or progressing in life. So that the breaking of said cup through mere carelessness meant that I had not reached the pinnacle or I was either not yet worthy or a fraud. It had been a recurring theme in my early life that I felt like a fraudulent human being that was merely faking it until I make it, so the cup incident was part of that experience. I don’t feel this way anymore as I realized that almost everyone goes through struggles too, I had just imagined they didn’t because they seemed more put together than I appeared to be. I love aging because the press of time and acquiring of knowledge is freeing.
‘My soul went cccrrcc’ hahaha. I love your videos when you talk about your pottery/ceramics. So much bandwidth taken up by things that should be completely pointless and uninteresting but your stories are anything but. I’m glued to the screen…..kansugi style.
It’s really is interesting how I latch onto and obsess over these seemingly little pointless things that most people would just get over like it was just an accident. I suppose once something acquires a more symbolical importance due to being idolized, it becomes more than just a mundane object like a teacup. Subconsciously I saw that Hermes cup as a pinnacle or achievement of a milestone, that being able to purchase it meant I was doing well or progressing in life. So that the breaking of said cup through mere carelessness meant that I had not reached the pinnacle or I was either not yet worthy or a fraud. It had been a recurring theme in my early life that I felt like a fraudulent human being that was merely faking it until I make it, so the cup incident was part of that experience. I don’t feel this way anymore as I realized that almost everyone goes through struggles too, I had just imagined they didn’t because they seemed more put together than I appeared to be. I love aging because the press of time and acquiring of knowledge is freeing.
Oh, kintsugi