fragile

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Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, Miss no-way-it's-all-good.

Many things are immensely fragile these days. Like that new porcelain vase that you're mum picked up from SSF, the new and improved, state-of-the-art scanner that your brother splurged on or simply... Your heart.

Ah yes, the heart. Now, I wish that came in a quadrilateral cardboard with the little black squiggly icon-like drawings. Ultimately, the words that elucidate why we build the Great Wall around our heart. 

Remember when this phenomenon was anything but a worrying trend? When we naively placed our trust in whoever about whatever. It's like we were tossing our hearts around and foolishly expecting everyone to catch it each time, no matter the extraneous factors of "slippery fingers" or "slow reflexes".

As everyone can relate to, shit happens. Sometimes a whole wheelbarrow of it, I must admit. Believe me, I'm going through it now. All because I entrusted people with something perhaps they were not ready to take care of or merely did not want to. The ball falls in my court; my clouded judgments... Oh why must thou art exist?

Some may drop it

Some may crush/scar it

Others may go to the extent of piercing it

Lesson learnt: Depend on the dependable, seek council from the wise, don't fix it if it ain't broken, look before you leap.

- c h e r