2/25

a cup, a bowl, from when i was a baby
i still use the bowl to eat from
the cup now holds pens by my computer.

sometimes things break,
we don't mean for it to happen but it does.

some things can be mended
and sometimes the mending makes them stronger than they had been.

other things can be fixed,
but sometimes they are missing a piece
and don't function as they did before.

and there are things that are beyond repair and must simply be thrown away.

i didn't think of my baby cup as being that fragile, but it broke, i felt so strongly about it, was so attached to it, that i wanted to keep it despite its flaws...

that's why it has ended up where it is today. it's not the same thing anymore but it doesn't mean any less to me. i do treat it differently though: i know how fragile it is, especially at the cracks and if it broke again...

maybe it will last even longer, now that i know that i can lose it, now that i have invested time in mending it, now that i have a more complete awareness of it.