overheard, and grokked

"i am perfectly capable of breaking my own heart every day"

and so are we, and it is this tender and terrible and wondrous truth that makes the heart worth breaking and healing and breaking and healing yet again; a cycle the lucky know of birth, death, and rebirth.

for it is the seams, the cracks, where the tendrils grow from, reaching always for the sun and beyond, to the stars. the shoots trusting in the perfection of love and believing in the beauty of human connection. per aspera ad astra, indeed.