When you pick up a glass, no one needs to strike it with

When you pick up a glass, no one needs to strike it with a sledgehammer; a single small blow, landing right at the center, is enough to make the whole thing tremble, crack, and turn into countless particles..
Life is sometimes like that too; without introduction, without warning, in the middle of an ordinary day, something inside you breaks

Despair, rejection, humiliation, loneliness.. but they all share one thing; that sudden emptiness in the cage of your chest, that cold shiver running through your bones, that nameless heaviness stuck in your throat. Sometimes it's so heavy that even breathing feels like an exhausting task..
No one's pain can be measured against another's. One collapses from a single word, another from a loss, another from years of silence
None of them are less or more; they are only different
And no one has the right to say your pain shouldn't be this big

Life can be cruel. It can pass so hard that the butterflies that once flew in your heart, fall one by one and die.. It can take the colors from your face and push the sounds away
But that's not the whole story.. Pain is not for dying. Not for ending. Pain is a sign that something in you is still alive, that feels, that wants, that resists

That glass that shattered, no longer has its old shape; true. But from those same pieces, something can be built that may not be more beautiful, but is stronger
Something that knows where its cracks are and knows where not to pressure. You too, in the very place you broke, one day will learn to stand
Not because you've forgotten, but because you've understood that even broken, one can live
Life is not a torment.. It's a gift given to you so you can keep this chain that everyone is connected to, safe!