Do you ever play with broken glass? I do that all the time and I am pretty sure you do to!

I carry an ever-growing bag around with me full of broken glass that I have collected throughout my lifetime. The pieces come in various sizes, shapes, and forms. Some are extremely beautiful, while others are just plain and boring. Then there are those that are razor sharp and dangerous, and yet sometimes have this mystifying beauty which makes you want to play with them, no matter how badly you risk cutting yourself touching them.

I cherish my broken glass pieces. I pick them up all the time and play with them. I will look at them, admire them, watch how the light falls on them and reflects beautiful picture from the past. On a good moment, I can take out a collection of beautiful pieces and enjoy their beauty and feel good and happy. The sad part is that I have to put them back and go back to the real world and not just live on their beauty.

The downside is that sometimes you need to go deep into your bag of broken glass to get to the pieces you want. Instead of just picking up the one beautiful piece you want to enjoy at that particular moment you are bound to bump into other pieces which might scratch your soul and bring you pain. Those might be pieces you are trying to avoid or pieces that you had simply forgotten that ever existed.

My latest problem is that I have collected so many of those broken glass pieces that my bag is overflowing. I can no longer just dig into my bag and take out the pieces I want. They are everywhere now. They are everywhere in my path ready to scratch me if I happen to bump into them, touch them, or just look at them too closely. It seems like no matter what I do there is always a piece of broken glass there reminding me of something.

Without these pieces I would not have had a meaningful life and don't get me wrong I do truly cherish them. But sometimes I wish I could just lock them all in and only take out the once I want to view and play with. Only use the beautiful pieces to relive wonderful scenarios from the past and leave the razor sharp pieces deep in my bag of memories.