A favorite cup for hot chocolate or coffee, that is one thing most of us have. But did you ever had that time, when all of a sudden that cup fell and broke to a million of pieces, scattered on the floor?
I have and it felt like my heart was shattered too. I want to stop the clock, gather all the pieces and make it whole again. The problem is I got confused on the many pieces and all I see are the fragments. A tiny blue here and a little red there with a splotch of pink. It’s a mess!
In Bangkok, along Chao Phraya River stood Wat Arun, a temple envisioned by King Taksin in 1768. It was said that after fighting his way out of Ayutthaya, which was taken over by the Burmese army, he arrived at this temple just as dawn was breaking. Thus it was named the Temple of the Dawn. Then, during the reign of Rama III (1824-1851), porcelain, some whole and some broken, were added as a decoration of the spires making it glimmer in the sunshine.
Indeed a beautiful temple made up of broken pieces. So much like life; hurts, hangups, victories, losses, adventures and mishaps all fit together to make an amazing work of art, our own personal mosaic life.