An object of mine that always makes me think of beauty in imperfection is my stuffed animal rabbit that I’ve had since my childhood. My rabbit would follow me everywhere I traveled: on long vacations, trips to the grocery store, and every night when I would go to sleep. With every journey my rabbit has been on, it has started to look less and less like an actual rabbit. It has become ripped, lost almost all of its stuffing, and rather than being short and round, it is now long and skinny. I’ve tucked my rabbit away in my closet for years now, but every now and then I stumble upon it when I clean and can’t help but feel all the memories of my childhood flood back. I think of all the family vacations, how each rip and tear got there, and of how this stuffed animal embodies my entire childhood in just one tangled object.
A particular quote that stood out to me while reading Lambeth’s piece was that of which discussed wabi sabi and its meaning. “Wabi sabi, the Japanese aesthetic philosophy closely tied to Zen Buddhism, insists upon asymmetry and imperfection, aware that these are signs of life’s impermanence and decay. In wabi sabi, fallen leaves may carry more meaning than those still on the tree…” (Lambeth, Three-Legged Dog). This quote makes me think of the impermanence of childhood I can see when looking at this stuffed animal, as well as the meaning that lies within it. I find that there is much more meaning in this torn stuffed animal than there could be in a perfectly stitched rabbit.
