I remember when I was little, my older sister broke her arm. She had to get a cast and I thought it was the coolest thing. My childhood ignorance prevented me from seeing the pain that she had to go through in order to get the cast. I was just jealous of all the attention she got from it; everyone wanted to sign it. I even went so far as to cut one of the sleeves off one of my shirts to mimic a cast. My mom wasn’t too pleased about that. I found my older sister’s broken arm fascinating, even though it was an imperfection.
“…The grace and balance found in asymmetry,” that Lambeth talks about in her article can be found in everyday life. Some imperfections are more obvious, like a broken bone. Other imperfections are less obvious, like a freckle on your right arm, but not your left. Sometimes you can even seem the imperfections, or asymmetry, like the fact that our left lung is slightly smaller than our right to make room for our hearts. Imperfections are a necessity in life.
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