Crumbling and beauty sit side by side.
They are gateways to one another if you're willing to walk over their bridge.
That is the path of becoming our true selves because your crumbs are divine too.
This is a drawing I made while I was super crumbly stripped bare of all the typical indicators of success. And I looked down at my plate of crumbs and fucking loved on them so hard core. Loving myself in that place, feeling my divinity in that place opened the gate to a beautiful garden within me and in the world that has not closed since.