We are all cracked. It is a universal truth. But the question is are we brave enough, humble enough, have enough faith or the hope of enough faith to shed these cracked and crumbly layers? To peel them away a chip at a time, gifting each hard bit the compost pile, never to wear them again. Can we unveil what is underneath, soft and tender, to the light? If we do, then we must also bare the discolored, the disfigured, the strange and the beautiful all at once. These are the things that make us different and they are what makes us the same. We all bare the marks of our cracks it is true. But it is also true that we do not have to remain encased in them, enslaved to holding them together. That much at least is our choice.