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The teacher’s Diary: kintsugi, the philosophy of my choice

As a philosophy, kintsugi can be seen to have similarities to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, an embracing of the flawed or imperfect. This can be seen as a rationale for keeping an object around even after it has broken and as a justification of kintsugi itself, highlighting the cracks and repairs as simply an event in the life of an object rather than allowing its service to end at the time of its damage or breakage.source: Wikipedia

No one escapes life unbroken. We all come across hardships and tragedies that break something within our soul. Most of the times, when we move on, we carry the scars with us and try to hide them, pretending they’re not there. We feel compelled to act “normal” and “forget” what we went through. And most of the time, we fail!

I am now convinced that this is really what we do wrong: moving on does not mean hiding what we went through as if nothing ever did, but it means embracing our mistakes and scars and experiences as part of who we are. Those scars, when accepted, will define who we are because they are so special and cannot be repeated or recreated ever again. When we accept the beauty of our imperfections, the artful combination of our shortcomings and insecurities will finally stop haunting us and start to become a source of pride and hope.

As a teacher, I strive to teach this philosophy to my kids and live by it every single day. Life becomes much easier when we accept that mistakes are bound to happen, and learning from those mistakes will always make us better people.

My Issues: Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia (from Latin claustrum “a shut in place” and Greek φόβος, phóbos, “fear”) is the fear of having no escape and being closed in small spaces or rooms (opposite: claustrophilia).

It has always been my greatest of all fears, being trapped inside a small, enclosed space with no way out. It bothers me to find myself in a room with all windows and doors closed. I feel i am suffocating, and often end up opening the window, even if it was  winter time, even if it was freezing, raining, and even when it is dusty: a small opening would do to ease my fear.

I am not stupid, nor do i believe my fear is logical, but i still cannot help it. My rational mind always tries to make me feel better and always, always it fails: I do not have panic attacks yet, but I am still afraid.

You can imagine how i feel about elevators, or how happy i would become if I were chained to something. My close family and friends know I fear the rides in the amusement parks. I recently discovered that it is mostly the feeling of being trapped that makes me hate them: I do not claim it is the only reason, I am not a brave person when it comes to heights, or speed; but it is the reason I feel panic and nausea. I felt none of that when I went on a ride in a local, albeit small Ferris wheel. It was because I was not chained to anything! I felt free and happy!

I am not a weak person, but everyone has his weak points. I am trying to discover mine because in my opinion, that is where the real strength is: you knowing every aspect of your personality, and working on becoming the best you can possibly be!


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