cracked vases

It's the little imperfections that allow us to connect.

We can't connect or understand someone or something that is perfect. We can admire; we can covet, but at the end of the day I doubt we can fully understand and hence, deeply bond (referring to human relationships).

We bond with others when we share vulnerabilities, weaknesses, worries, even the tiniest little foibles. It allows us to feel and to be human without shame. To bemoan the same concerns, to weep over similar battles - this is what binds us together in a truly inexplicable way.