A golden plate, once precious and cherished by all; once adorable and enviable, but that was the glory of the past. It has lost its glory, its honour as it seems forever shattered. Its pieces far from each other and scattered beyond one can gather. It was once the pride of the home, now left out for the dogs; once the treasure of the home, but now rejected and purposeless; that is the present state of the once glorious plate.
Nations suffer fall, homes suffer great loss; hearts suffer hurts and so also relationships. What become of you, when your best is gone; when your most cherished life-costing achievement just for a night is forever lost; your greatest of all forever gone? Will you look at the shattered pieces and try to put them together, or you will give it all up?
At one time or the other, whether we like it or not, we feel alone within, we feel empty on the inside, we feel pains from an unknown source, we feel terrified of the future we know not; but will we give up and let pain have us, let our tears drown us, let sorrow over-shadow our life or we will arise to put our shattered pieces together?
If you have never been in water, you would never know if you can swim. If you have never thrown it into the fire, you would never know fire could purify it; if you have never buried it, you would not have known it was a viable, life-filled seed that will germinate to produce fruits; if you have never broken it in pieces, you’d never know shattered pieces could be put together to make a more useful one.
Are you the left pieces of broken furniture thinking it can never be mended? Go take a look at the plywood! Are you the collapsed World Trade Centre, left with just a heap of debris of your life? Are you the wrecked-beyond-rescue ship; are you suffering from a diseases that is not in scientific database of nomenclature of diseases? Look beyond this wall-thick night and see the bright dawn of a new day; look beyond this grief and see it as just a thoroughfare to better days.