Sometimes things get broken. That's life. We do what we can we sweep up the pieces, but we do miss a chip here and there hiding underneath the couch or stuck in the broom. So we go forward and glue it back together. It's not as pretty. But it still functions it still has a purpose.
Then once again life happens and in some crazy sort of events it ends up broken again. We sweep it up. Again missing a few chips. But we glue it back together. Now it's even less pretty. So we pull out our paint and we give it a brand new coat so that it can show it's even more fragile self to the world. Since its been broken twice though, we are kind of scared to use it. We know we can't let it break again. So it sits high on a shelf to collect dust. We look at it occasionally and we think about how awesome it was to use it. So we replace it with a new one because the old one holds sentimental value. Eventually though a couple years down the road there are more important things and it gets thrown out. It no longer had s purpose. It no longer had a chance. It hadn't made you happy in a very long time.
This is trust
This is self worth
This is love
This is dignity
This is hope
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