A Journey Through Time
As they walked deeper into the forest, Kai noticed an old wooden shrine, half-covered in moss. Its roof was slightly slanted, and its steps had been worn smooth by countless feet over time. “This place looks so old,” she said, running her hand along the weathered wood. “Shouldn’t someone fix it?”
Komaru shook his head. “It doesn’t need to be fixed. It tells a story just the way it is.”
Kai looked closer. The carvings on the shrine were softened by time, the wood darkened by years of rain and sun. It wasn’t new, but it had a quiet dignity. “Wabi-Sabi again?”
Fuyu hooted. “Yes, this shrine has seen many seasons. It is beautiful because it has lasted.”
The bear sat down beside her. “People are like this too. We grow, we change, we carry the marks of our journey. And those marks are part of our beauty.”
Kai traced her fingers over a deep crack in the wood. “So, instead of hiding what’s broken, we should see it as part of the story?”
Yuki nodded. “Exactly. That is the way of Wabi-Sabi.”
They stayed at the shrine for a while, listening to the wind and watching the light shift through the trees. The world around them was always changing, always moving. And that was how it was meant to be.
As they left, Kai took one last look at the shrine and smiled. She no longer saw something broken, she saw something full of life, carrying the beauty of time itself. And in that moment, she understood. Wabi-Sabi was not just about things. It was about everything.
Even herself.
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