.the flaws.the imperfections.
today in architecture class, we had a discussion regarding craft and manufacture. handmade vs. machinery. imperfect, unique and individualized work vs. nearly perfect machine produced work. what is the difference?
it got me thinking about life.
the imperfections
the flaws
A good friend once told me that the world was beautiful because it was flawed.
at first glance, it appears as such a seemingly backwards statement because of our continual efforts to reach perfection.
but maybe it is those flaws, those imperfections that make life beautiful. those moments of weakness, those moments when we feel totally alone, those moments when we feel as though nothing is going our way.
because that's all we get out of life, and those imperfections are ours to keep, ours to claim and hold dear. No one can take away those from us. Those imperfections make us who we are, just as it makes the handmade craft hold more meaning and individuality.
then I thought of how imperfect a puzzle piece is on its own, yet how perfect it is when placed within the bigger picture. maybe this too applies to our own lives. When looked at alone, each moment in our lives is nothing but a jagged puzzle piece, nothing but imperfect. but when looking at the bigger picture, it combines with other experiences to make total sense. And maybe that's just all we get out of life. small puzzle pieces that we won't understand until we are reflecting back as we sway through old age in a rocking chair.
...just a few thoughts as I make less than perfect models at 1:28 AM
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