There is a style of Japanese pottery called Raku. It was invented ages ago. What happens is they get a fire as hot as can be, and toss painstakingly molded pottery right into it.

Of course this sends all sorts cracks through it, warps the glaze, and even cracks it. But the Japanese (and others) appreciate this look. They say it is a form of wabi-sabi. Roughly summarized, wabi-sabi is the appreciation of imperfection.

In Buddhism, where wabi-sabi gets it meaning, we are said to know three things about existence: it is meaningless, it is full of suffering and it is impermanent.

But even with these deep flaws, we still find it beautiful. Just like the pottery. When we accept the universe as flawed but beautiful, we also accept our self as such.

Sometimes our cracks turn out to be the prettiest part about us.