Every new iPhone has to come with a new case. It’s just the way it is. I can’t let the shiny jet black iPhone, already prone to “micro-abrasions,” show any signs of wear and tear. It must remain pristine. I know. I’m ridiculous. Stop.
But now, thanks to this article from Drew Coffman at Extratextuals, I’m thinking about ditching the case.
I glance at my phone and see a long, deep cut right in the middle of the screen, an imperfection picked up somewhere along my journey, essentially unnoticeable when the screen is turned on but obviously apparent when it’s off.
This is — and I mean it — totally fine.
It’s strange to me, how we baby our technology, using cases and screen protectors and everything else in an attempt to keep that which we use every day as pristine as possible.
The scratches and scuffs, the dents and the scrapes, the cracks and the imperfections all show signs of adventure and life and love. Each one has a story to tell.
Our cracks and imperfections and dents and scrapes do, too. There’s beauty in the brokenness. We call that grace.