kintsugi people

pre-sciptum: i wrote i wouldn't be writing about you, and here i am...

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last night, or the night before, "kill bill 2" was on tv. sometime around the end of he movie, it goes: "the lioness got her cub back, and everything is right, in the jungle". tarantino leads you to think it's about the lioness, yet i knew it was about the cub.

so, exactly one year ago, you were not a cub no more, and everything started going right, in the jungle.

one year flew by, jungle is still crazy dangerous, but you're going. your way, your style, making me madder, but going.

you're still broke. hell, we all are. not all of us know, but i know you do.

some people hide, pretend they are amazing. some people fell ashamed (not you, no more). some people resign, accept.

some people rebel. they still error, but they error better. then much better. then, they error no more. then, they help other people error better, and so on.

this people are the kintsugi people, they know their mischiefs, but they don't just accept them, they embrace, love, need them, they know they define their souls. the way one embraces one's faults and defaults, leads to improvement, is what made each one unique, closer to the better one that each one can be, witch is to say, amazing.

i tell you "i love you" and ear it back almost every day, and it sounds common, granted, almost vulgar. and yes, it is. and that is why, sometimes, i need to elaborate, like this.

but it all goes down to, well, i love you, and i am fucking proud of you.