Personal Reflection
Perfection is the biggest lie we chase. It’s like the legends we were told as children—the fairytales and bedtime stories we believed wholeheartedly as we drifted to sleep. We believed in magic back then. But as we age, that belief fades, and in its place the idea of perfection takes root and grows. I’ve wasted years sanding down my rough edges, trying to fit into some polished shape that never really belonged to me. But the cracks—those breaks and scars I tried so hard to hide—turned out to be the places where something honest finally came through. Light doesn’t care about flawless surfaces. It needs openings, even the jagged ones, to break through.

Reflective Prompt
What’s one “crack” in your life you once hid in shame, but now see as the source of strength or beauty?