"The worst thing that can happen to a piece of antique pottery is chips and cracks. This will often greatly diminish the value."
How grateful I am that we are nothing like pottery.
Our cracks do not diminish our value. If anything, they increase it. It is our cracks that give us character, that give us the ability to understand others. They give us the capacity to love so that we may show compassion and kindness to those who need it. They give us creativity and provide us with inspiration. They make us human and real.
Sometimes I see mine and I cringe. If only I could go back in a time machine and stop that crack from forming. If only I could go back and tell my former self of the pain that would come if I walked down that road. And honestly, maybe I would do it if I could. But as we can only live forward, I've learned to appreciate the cracks - even the ones that hurt so much while they formed.
They made me different. They made me stronger. They made me love more, understand more, feel more. And even if they're not very pretty to look at, they're important, those cracks. They're a part of me and who I am now. They make me beautiful.
As yours do for you.