I saw a quote today while online, "Blessed are the cracked, for they let the light in".

which i think is true. the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, the places where we are the most tender, afraid, cracked, broken and messy, are the parts that make us the most human and endearing to one another. heh.

Cracks.

siskabaybee and i were chatting on msn earlier on, about aging. how in our late twenties we are seeing subtle signs, not recognizing ourself in pictures anymore, feeling puffy and lacking symmetry, gravity pulled busts, yellowed tabacco stained teeth and considering lipo for the first time in our life (okie, that's just me). we know it's wrong, completely unevolved and downright vain. and we believe wholly in loving ourselves every step of the way.

or at least we are trying to.

why is it we love the cracks in others but have a hard time extending the same kindness to ourselves?...

hmm... and yet when i'm out taking photos with my soulmate, i effortlessly find beauty in those hidden, messy discarded places.