Some people have Picassos for destinies.
Others are handed shards of glass...
The sharp contrast of having and wanting is what is gut wrenching.
Otherwise a person with shards of glass knows not what is missing. It is only when confronted with a Picasso, that a broken destiny actually realises what is missing.
The unravelling of the half knitted knotty garment is a given then. And it begins as soon as the Picasso is unveiled.
Yet, some show the greatest fortitude and immense reserves of strength to serve up enough heat to melt the shards of glass.....
Shards can be remodelled to beautiful pieces of glass sculpture....
But where does one summon these reserves of strength from???
Not every broken destiny can be rejoined barring a miracle....
And if divine intervention doesn't occur then ?
What a super human effort that requires...
Isn't it supremely easier to just let go and let everything shatter to smithereens?
Without care to what happens to the world you leave behind?
It is much easier sometimes to just give up....
Much easier to let go of the edge of the cliff.....
Much easier to just close your eyes and never wake up.....
Much easier to just let go......
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