the beauty of being broken.
I frantically looked down at the broken pieces in front of me. “What have I done?” I thought to myself. I immediately fell to the ground and began to pick up the pieces on the ground. I prayed to find a match to each piece so I could restore the vases to their original form. As I looked at the shattered pieces around me, I began to realize this task was much more daunting then I could have ever possibly imagined.