Not long ago, my daughter’s frosting shoes were scratched by someone’s knife.
She burst into tears. I took the shoes to the shoemaker to get them repaired.
The young apprentice glanced at the opening and said, “there is nothing I can do but to replace the upper.”
His master looked at them and said to me, “If you trust me, I will add more scratches on both of the shoes.”
I was confused and asked why.
He explained, “As if the openings were made on purpose for the sake of special style and reuse.”
I didn’t fully understand him, but I decided to leave the shoes.
Two days later I dropped by from work to fetch the shoes.
At the first sight l found they were indeed five or six more scratches on each shoe, but all the openings were patched by soft leather in rust red with edges sewed by thick hemp thread；
the stitches were twisted with the appearance of roughness and plainness which was in accordance with the quality of frosting leather, more unique and interesting than ever.
I couldn’t help making compliments on the master’s craftsmanship.
Another time, my wife’s sister’s white blouse was torn a large opening on the back.
My wife took it over and checked carefully, and then said. “Let me take it home and mend it.”
Three days later, seeing the blouse again, I was shocked:
all the cracks and openings were sewed up by thin and white thread and they took on a look of branches, like the ice crystal on winter’s branches in the north.
In order to intensify the effect, she attached a fatty snowman and a cabin made of flowery cotton rags on the shirt.
I sighed with praise, “It’s just as beautiful as a piece of art!”
“I was inspired by that craftsman. Patches are supposed to be a regret, but a skillful craftsman can make it take on a kind of perfection,” replied my wife.
Her words inspired me even more: perfection is impossible to achieve in everything；
patches are unavoidable, so is human’s life, which will appear in the form of injury, disability or disease.
Since you can’t change the existence of wound, you should not expect people’s sympathy by exposing the wound, which reveals nothing meaningful.
All you can do and have to do is to suture the wound by patches and try your best to bloom a most beautiful flower on the wound, and that is the significance of life.