“Some of us are born with a crack in our souls”. This was the first line of a piece that I read in a recent edition of Cereal Magazine while I was rummaging through a sea of design magazines at the bookstore the other day. What a heavy sentence. I read it again and again and had to stop for a moment and think to myself what it actually meant. Is it a positive thing? Is it a negative thing? Does this mean that we are all inherently broken people? Does it mean that as humans some of us are different? I have been thinking a lot lately about relationships and more specifically, an individual's capacity for each of those relationships, and it got me thinking about how I approach the relationships in my life during my 28th year of age…