Kintsukuroi is a method to heal emotional wounds, it is inspired by the ancient Japanese art of the same name with which broken ceramics are restored, the key of the Kintsukuroi method is to expose the scars adorned with gold and silver, they are the best demonstration of your emotional strength.
But for the scars to exist, the wounds must heal. Something we often don’t allow with our own behavior. We succumb to temptations that immediately eliminate pain, but in the long run prevent the wound from healing; we want to heal each other’s wounds very quickly, without letting them form skin. Are we talking about a healing that begins with the recognition of suffering?
- Stop telling me it’s not therefore.
- Don’t tell me that people are worse than me.
- What do you understand about emotions?You lack empathy.
- You trivialize my pain and you underestimate my courage and maturity.
- The same maturity that will protect me from falling into the networks of conformism and complacent self-deception.
I’m a brave person. You will not see me badly, I dare to look at my wounds, heal them, heal them and beautify my scars, because they are the best proof that I am alive, that I have lived intensely and that I am willing to face everything. the fears that appear in my intention to continue living fully.
There is pride in my scars, partly because I faced the time it took to form a learning window, my children will not repeat my pain, my friends will not feel alone and judged, the people I love will find in me an example that there is no need to fear life and that we can overcome pain if we know how.
Pain is circumstantial in life, both physical and emotional, even if we do not want to talk about it, we have all suffered, no doubt, and whoever denies it will be accused of the worst lie: self-deception.
Look in your eyes. Look at my scars. I collapsed from love, I have already felt the same pain as my daughter, I have cried a loss and I have cursed this stupid senseless suffering a thousand times, I look into my eyes and feel empathy and compassion, I care what happens to the people who around me.
I was able to collect the pieces of my broken soul, gathered each of them, freed myself from toxic emotions such as anger, resentment or resentment, gathered them and ordered them after I hit rock bottom: a task that helped me understand what happened and the mental representation I did of what happened.
Live intensely without fear of breaking up. But don’t worry, because our mind, like the body, is equipped with an adaptation mechanism called restorative impulse, which will heal our pains and beautify our scars.
I’ve already analyzed what happened to me and done it trying to remove filters, interpretations and mistakes, I didn’t want to get stuck in pain and for that I had to open the wound that hurt again. I thought it was clean, but I was wrong, I had to clean it up and while I was doing it I could find out what had happened.
I realized that I was my worst judge, that I had to understand what was going on from the point of view of love and compassion, I reviewed what this wound meant to me and reviewed the conclusions I wrote hastily and wrongly through pain, the same pain that overwhelmed my soul.
They try to convince us all the time that we must be happy, there are rivers of ink that encourage us to seek happiness; but no one talks about how we have to deal with adversity, what we can do to heal our emotional wounds, and how we can overcome the big little problems of everyday life.
I realized that I had to connect with my own emotional strength, that I had to learn to analyze people, make decisions and face adversity, I learned to create distance, to think differently, from a new and more constructive point of view. when I realized that action and value are the drivers of emotional growth.
I have analyzed my inner dialogue and acquired the ability to differentiate what can be changed from what cannot be changed, I accepted my inability to fight the titans, but I changed everything in my power, stopped trying to demolish the walls and looked for doors. I overcome my fear of the sea and learned to swim, stopped cursing the river and dedicated myself to building bridges.
Have I worked, thought and been brave? I understood that fears could stop me, but not beat me?And at the end of this process, I saw in my scars the beauty they reflected, these emotional scars speak of me, they talk about my strength, they talk about my ability to learn from suffering to overcome adversity. My scars remind me that I am fragile and strong at the same time. When I look at them, I don’t see the pain, but I see the strength and see everything I’ve been able to overcome?
When I see my scars, I feel stronger, safer and maybe?Maybe that’s the secret of happiness?
“I stopped cursing the river and dedicated myself to building bridges.
I’m totally convinced of everything I’ve learned. You don’t have to burn to understand that fire can hurt. I normalized the normal. I have helped others not to feel strange animals and to accept that their suffering corresponds to the circumstances they go through during these hours, something reserved only for people who live and love intensely.
Today I show my scars without fear, without guilt, without shame, some of the difficulties I had to overcome were fortuitous, fruit of pure luck, others not. Without realizing it, I sometimes caused my suffering with the choices I made or did not make, with the people I had not analyzed, with the expectations I had created or with the disappointments I had.
Life, like ceramics, is fragile and beautiful at the same time, life can be broken into a thousand pieces at any time, but we can rebuild it, and if we learn from events, we will be more beautiful and strong people.
Today I share my sensitivity. Today I am building a new reality, a reality where compassion, empathy and love have banished judgments, stereotypes and lies, today I am part of this new reality, the reality in which I can accept that I have suffered and that my soul has wept; but none of these tears spilled in vain, because all of them, with all my scars, taught me something I should learn.
Thanks to Kintsukuroi, I am now a stronger and safer person. Thanks to Kintsukuroi, today I am not ashamed of my scars, my sensitivity, my fragility and my strength.
Some people think Kintsukuroi is an ancient Japanese technique for repairing broken ceramics, but they are wrong. Kintsukuroi is more than a technique; Kintsukuroi is an art, the art of healing emotional wounds.