SheFallsSoftly

So. Sometimes things look beautiful on the surface. Think of something fragile, very fragile and smooth and wide and shiny. Something intricately painted and dressed up, and made lovely. Now enclose it into a sphere, roughly the shape of an egg, but much more fragile, much more important. It has a latch which can open, and if you open it, it plays the theme from Disney’s Anastasia. Now imagine if all of your problems were thin strips of a stiff material, paper maybe. Fold these over and over again to make pentagons, then puff those pentagons into stars. Fill the delicate shell with all of these stars, make the stars small so everything can fit, and be completely aware the those problems will unravel themselves no matter how neat you fold them, and that they will move. They will rage and bang against the inside of this shell.

How long do you think it will hold?

I don’t know either. I can swallow my pride but can’t bite my tongue. I can grin but just can’t bear it.