The Broken

No heartbreaks could ever spontaneously magically be healed by condolences, chocolate, hugs or even empathies. I bet that there is at least one person who feels lonely in a crowded festive place like, let’s say, Times Square on New Year.

Nothing’s wrong with having a broken heart, broken hopes or broken life. There are just some things that could never be fixed, forgotten, or magically disappear. At some point, there will be a point where we don't have any other choice other than to accept this fact. And then, things would be clear: everyone is broken inside and everyone knows that, we are all beautiful messes. Those dark sides are there to be embraced. In fashion, black matches with almost everything, black is a must-have. The darkest part in your life plays one of the biggest roles in the making of yourself, it's a must-experience. Remember Bran the Broken from Game of Thrones? I really like the idea of adding "The Broken" behind his name. It is like being true not only to yourself, but also to others. Maybe only then you could be and feel whole?

This reminds me of one of Japanese art concepts; kintsukuroi. It is the art of repairing the broken poetry with a special lacquer made of gold, silver or platinum. The first time I learned about this I got speechless for some minutes. It is just a very very beautiful idea.


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I am writing this because I am feeling broken and I really could use a friend at the moment. Lonesome, I miss Indonesia, I miss having real friends and family. I amuse myself once in a while by looking at the plane tickets that will bring me back to Indonesia this summer.

A very best friend of mine asked me why this summer? Why so sudden? What occasion? 

I told her, holiday. But holiday wasn’t actually my main reason. I could've applied for some jobs for the holiday and gain some money, after all I really do need some money and I could've even got at least one job by now. But I got a bigger reason not to do that, a bigger reason to fly back to my homecountry; homesick. That's, for me, is big enough for a reason.

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