turned into glass.

I often think about the way life shapes you. The way time creates you, like a sculpture. The way it breaks you down, and builds you up. How it can throw you from a cliff and leave you laying breathless on the ground. And how it forces you to make the decision to either stay down there, and give up, or to take a deep breath and get up on your feet again. 


 How I’ve tried to explain myself, how some understood, but most of them didn’t. And I often ask myself, what happened with all those people I see every day. What made them lose their fire, and when did it happen? I wonder, how can time damage so many souls?


About how life time after time threw me from that cliff. And how I time after time got back up on my feet, started to walk and slowly aimed for the highest top of the mountain again. It took longer and longer to get up every time, and I was more exhausted and out of breath after every climb. It was as if every time I fell and hit the ground, I broke more and more bones. I got so easily broken that one day I couldn’t get back up, and if I hit the ground one more time I would break into 1000 pieces. I had turned into glass.