That’s what people do. They break stuff, they break others, they break promises, they break things that sometimes can’t be fixed. That’s also how we grow things. We grow flowers from gardens of pain and we grow strength from letting go of all the uncertainty. People will break you, for a minute it will feel like gravity is pulling you apart. However, we have the ability to learn, grow and everyday mend what we break. Then one day all we will break are barriers. We break and we are broken.We are the discrepancy with perfection and somehow all of our brokenness is the definition of beauty.