After mutilating my spectacles by tripping on it, I carefully lifted it with my fingers hoping it was still alive.
It was extant, but slightly deformed, with one ear grip sticking out in a flat 90 degrees. I tried wearing it thinking if it can possibly look stylish. The deformed ear fell off. I sighed, sat down and contemplated my carelessness.
Why did I just carelessly trip over the entity which has been relentlessly assisting me to view my world in 20/20? I buried dead glasses in its coffin, and started wondering about what life could have tried to tell me with this simple yet succinct incident.. It then hit me.
So many people in our life are like the trampled glass, from now on, referred as The Glass with all due respect.
These selfless Glasses stay with us during thick and thin, but we always tend to overlook them and take them for granted. Hurling them on the bed, keeping them on toilet cabinets, spinning them like a lasso, rolling over them in sleep etc with a blind hope that they will stay with us forever.
They don't.
Glasses are fragile. They do not take our bullshit after a while, and simply give up... And once they give up, you are left handicapped, unable to see. Unable to do your everyday chores. Unable to tell a door from a person and a person from a flower pot. You cannot even blame them for getting broken. Can you?
Thinking of all these, a silent tear drips along the side of my cheek thinking about my late Glass. All while the back of my mind lay screaming
"So why don't you stop ranting, haul your lazy ass up and get a new pair of glasses?!"
If only life was that simple. I mutter to myself.
It was extant, but slightly deformed, with one ear grip sticking out in a flat 90 degrees. I tried wearing it thinking if it can possibly look stylish. The deformed ear fell off. I sighed, sat down and contemplated my carelessness.
Why did I just carelessly trip over the entity which has been relentlessly assisting me to view my world in 20/20? I buried dead glasses in its coffin, and started wondering about what life could have tried to tell me with this simple yet succinct incident.. It then hit me.
So many people in our life are like the trampled glass, from now on, referred as The Glass with all due respect.
These selfless Glasses stay with us during thick and thin, but we always tend to overlook them and take them for granted. Hurling them on the bed, keeping them on toilet cabinets, spinning them like a lasso, rolling over them in sleep etc with a blind hope that they will stay with us forever.
They don't.
Glasses are fragile. They do not take our bullshit after a while, and simply give up... And once they give up, you are left handicapped, unable to see. Unable to do your everyday chores. Unable to tell a door from a person and a person from a flower pot. You cannot even blame them for getting broken. Can you?
Thinking of all these, a silent tear drips along the side of my cheek thinking about my late Glass. All while the back of my mind lay screaming
"So why don't you stop ranting, haul your lazy ass up and get a new pair of glasses?!"
If only life was that simple. I mutter to myself.
