More Beautiful For Having Been Broken

I was recently reading about Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing pottery. Other than being aesthetically pleasing and delicately minimal, what caught my eye about it is the underlying motivation behind it in that gold or silver lacquer is used in the repair process in the understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

So, what would happen if we were to see ourselves and each other as being more beautiful for having come out the other side after having been broken?