My best friend and I bonded over this shared practice of taking photos of 'beautiful failures' - crooked attempts at gardens, lopsided baking projects, our unsuccessful efforts at various hobbies - and writing funny, affectionate captions about accepting imperfection. But after her divorce, she says looking at the photos just makes her sad and she wants to delete the whole collection, while I feel like we'd be losing something precious.
More people experience this than they realize.
One person's treasured reminder of impermanence can become another's painful attachment to what's already gone.
“Where Are You with Japanese aesthetic play — mono no aware in comedy?”
Peri can explain why this happens, help you decide if this is the right situation for you, and point toward the right journey or coach.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.