Wabi-sabi is often described as an appreciation of imperfection.
But in daily life, it’s less a philosophy than a way of living with things.

Cups chip.
Fabric softens.
Wood darkens where hands return.

Nothing is rushed to be replaced.
Nothing is preserved for best.

Objects are allowed to show time.
Use becomes part of their value.

This way of seeing doesn’t ask you to like imperfection.
It simply removes the need to hide it.

Things are still here.
Still useful.
Still enough.