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This morning, barely awake, I tipped over my favourite mug and it broke into a thousand pieces.
Now I don't want to make a big fuss out of this. Well, maybe I do; but in the last few weeks, friends of mine have lost parents, relatives and friends, and one cup simply does not cut it. But I'm the kind who grows fond of objects, and I liked that cup. And dammit, it was useful. So I'll miss it; and it's a heck of a start to Friday. Did I mention that it's pouring outside?

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[rfachir.livejournal.com]

It's anti-grace, an outward physical sign in inward siritual kerfluffle. It wouldn't hurt so much if it wasn't symbolic of all the things we can't hold onto. But letting go can bring better suprises, or at least hunts for successors that bring back the warm feelings we feel are temporarily lost. My mother broke her teapot. It took years, and a 14 teapot collection, but she found a replacement eventually.

[super-pan.livejournal.com]

It couldn't have been phrased better, and what a positive way to look at losing something you love (which sucks, by the way).

I can only nod in agreement and second the sentiment.