Tuesday, January 8, 2013

roses in winter

Every human soul is like a living porcelain doll.
Now, before anyone starts discussing whether we have a soul or not, let me clarify: to me, the source of our emotions and thoughts, the thing that makes us unique and individual - basically the roots of our character, so to speak - is our soul. Others may call it heart or head, but it's all just a figure of speech since we don't exactly know how it works. So I just choose to speak of a soul.

Every human soul is like a living porcelain doll.
We are fragile. No matter how strong we may appear on the outside, no matter how hard we try to stay upright and show that we're apparently unaffected, we are as fragile as a crystal droplet falling to the ground.
Sometimes, when we fall, we can stand up again almost immediately. It seems that we're not hurt at all. It feels like it, too. That's because the cracks are too small to notice. Then, after falling repeatedly, the cracks get larger, then pieces start breaking off, until we lie there, shattered, unable to get up anymore.
There are people who have shattered souls for most of their life. They're the ones that show no emotion whatsoever. Some of them have no souls to start with. That's makes them so strong. Because no matter how many times they fall, there's nothing there to break.
But there's also those who are ready to help and collect all the shards and glue them back together bit by bit. They help you get on your feet again. They give you warmth and hope. And though you can see the places where the shard were put together again, they only serve as proof that you were able to stand up, and that you have other souls that care for you.
Those that have no porcelain doll inside them can't ever experience that. And that's what makes them so inferior; despite their strength and persistence, their lives are lonely and meaningless.

Every human soul is like a living porcelain doll.
Play with it too roughly, and it breaks.
Don't risk hurting people. It's not like you'd like to experience that kind of pain yourself, right?

/P.

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