Life is such an unstable thing!
Days aren´t alike; one day you have money, the other day you don´t. One day you feel like it´s all set, the other day you are about to restart and reinvent everything!
Sometimes life is like precious china on a cabinet, delicate and fragile, the kind of beauty that bares in it self unknown possibilities, ready to be used on great and exquisite adventures, happy moments and delightful experiences. It may break in action, of course, but always keeps the high hopes of glorious feasts, making it all worth trying. Body and soul are fed by unspeakable sensations. Even for a brief moment, the chances validate all of it´s existence.
On the other hand, it can also stand still for decades, used as ornament, garnishing impossible and unreachable moments that may as well never happen. Objects of appreciation that will never be touched and may not even ever feel the warm presence of love. Eye contact, perhaps, will be the only available or possible interaction and it´s cold glass enamel will serve as barrier between the fine, peaceful or cheerful motifs and the rest of the world. It will provide remarkable and ever glancing colors to be shown, will help the surface to remain intact from the damage of time, keeping away all the scratches of use and protecting it against  price and value depreciation.
And yet… it may never be seen, tasted, touched or appreciated as it surely could. After a while, it may be forgotten or discarded, handled carelessly and stored in the darkness of time, left to dust, mold and mildew of solitude and loneliness. In the end, if the fine porcelain isn´t broken by mishandle, it will remain cold and sad, memoryless and ever empty, or even heartbroken from it´s lack of purpose on existing.
The very ending is unpredictable. Perhaps will be the same for all fragile china on the cabinet, but undoubtfully, the possibility of it´s best use is worth the try, worth the risks. The chance of joy shouldn´t be taken for granted, and should, most definitely not be given away for somebody else´s final decision.
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Yesterday I felt fragile and vulnerable. I was afraid of life because I was afraid of perishing  without knowing how it was going to be and end. I felt like I was unappreciated and I gave somebody else the power to decide over my fate. Life was a promise of sad and loneliness. Giving away my all I was asking for betrayl and tyranny and that´s precisely what I got. Fortunately I woke up before I broke up. Some damage was already done, but it didn´t break my spirit and the fresh air of freedom allowed me to breath again. Healing requests time, but I´m willing to try. I know I´m in good hands now: my own hands.Besides all that, I have friends. And friends are one of life´s true gifts that unconditionally and unpretentiously reminds you of how great you really are. Priceless… as all good things in life.
Beauty is worth it´s fragility and ephemerality.
To my son (my very best friend) and my friends (they know exactly who they are).

Much love, Lu, Lulu, Luciana.