Sometimes broken things are also mystifyingly beautiful. Sometimes it’s not about mending the broken toy… Everything has it’s own beauty but we are just so stubborn to let go off what we had or what it used to be that we couldn’t see the beauty in the things we have in front of our eyes.
Broken doesn’t always mean it isn’t working or it needs to be repaired… It may also mean that it has it’s own beauty, it’s own charm. Like darkness has its own charm. Daylight is always good but still night holds its own charm. In the same way a broken thing has its own charm, its own existence that we fail to see if we are busy repairing it.
Not every broken thing needs to be repaired, some has its own beauty.