Made of glass

Ever wonder how different life would be if we were all made of glass?

What if everyone could see how broken we really are? How many cracks and chips we've got in us, how many times we've had to be glued back together.

What would you do if you could see how broken your friend was? What if you said something, and you saw a crack get a little longer? What if you realized every time you hurt someone, whether intentionally or unintentionally?

What if you saw how fragile everyone really is?

People are so very good at hiding. We all have walls we put up so people can't see us. None of us are very good at being vulnerable. You never know how broken the person next to you really is. But one thing I've learned about life is that everybody is a little broken. Everybody has cracks and chips.

What if you were made of glass, and you saw how something you said made one of your cracks grow? What if there was a measurable way to see how much damage we do to ourselves?

How would we react when someone said something and we saw one of our own cracks grow?

What if we were made aware of how fragile we really are?

Imagine how different it would be if we could see our friends falling apart, and they couldn't hide it from us. You could help put them back together so much earlier than when they finally melt down and can't take it. You could show them what they are doing to themselves, and they couldn't just deny it.

Maybe life would be better if we were all made of glass. Maybe we would handle people with better care, remembering how fragile people are.

Maybe we should just learn how fragile people are, and handle them with care anyway.