It's one of those fragile things in life. In my mind's eye, I see it as that beautiful, delicate vase that you treasure. Then, someone comes along, picks it up, and throws it to the floor. It breaks, but you gingerly pick up the pieces and glue them back together. You have a vase again, and it might even be usable, but it's never the same. You can see the faults. It is weaker than it was. So you set it back up, maybe a little higher this time. But the person picks it back up and tosses it to the floor again. And it breaks, again. So you pick up the pieces and glue them back together, again.
However, they keep picking it up and throwing it back down. And each time it breaks, those slivers get smaller and sharper. They cut deep and now it's not just the vase that is marred. But you keep picking up those pieces, and keep trying to glue them back together. But after awhile the pieces are too small- too broken. They don't fit right anymore. The glue doesn't hold them anymore. You are down there, bleeding, wanting to fix something that probably isn't fixable anymore. You look to the person for help, and they just shrug and say "I don't know what to tell you."
Different people throughout life may come along and pick up that vase. Sometimes they will try to help you put it back together. Sometimes it really was just an accident. But when the same person keeps throwing it down. Keeps shrugging their shoulders. Doesn't even care. There comes a point when it isn't fixable anymore. There is no way to put those pieces back together. Where do you go from there?
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