There’s a mug in my cupboard with a crack running right through its side. It’s not a hairline crack either—it’s the kind of flaw that says, “One more nudge and I’m done.” And yet, it’s still there, holding coffee every morning as if nothing happened.
We live in a world that loves new things. New gadgets, new goals, even new versions of ourselves. Everything shiny, perfect, untouched by time. But this cracked mug—it refuses to be replaced. And there’s a certain kind of wisdom in that, don’t you think?
We’re always taught to fix things, to mend, to improve. But maybe there’s value in letting the crack show, in admitting that not everything gets fixed neatly. That some things just hold on despite their imperfections, and that they’re still entirely capable of doing what they were made to do.
Maybe the mug is a reminder that you don’t need to be flawless to be useful, or loved, or important. That the cracks in our lives—those fractures and scars—might be the very things that give us character, that make us worth holding onto.
And so, when you find yourself feeling a little cracked, a little worn out by life’s wear and tear, remember the mug that refuses to break. Maybe all it’s saying is this: you’re still here, still holding, still enough.
