There is something so inexplicably beautiful about being broken, shattered onto the floor of darkness. Love can easily do that to you. One day your breath is taken and the next, your soul is broken.

If you were a cup made of porcelain you would need all pieces to be whole again, and the cracks would show. You wouldn’t match the rest of the set, and be discarded, thrown into the *******.

But the beauty of being human is that you get another chance. Out of the shattering you get choose which pieces you want, and the ones you don’t. The cracks may show in your eyes and on your skin, and that’s ok; there’s not another six like you.

Love the cracks in you, these are reminders that there was a time when you felt as if your soul almost died. Then, in a defining moment, you had the fight to step out from the darkness, and into your light to be whole again.

It’s in the cracks to which light enters, and ignites the soul.