i felt very bad right now. i broke a glass jar that has been in my family for more than a decade.......the glass jar itself is just a regular glass jar that was once in the market for MILO and has since ceast operation many years ago and i bloody broke it!
i know there's no reason for me to feel so low just because i broke some old glass jar! but it's breakage signifies to me more than a piece of broken debris.....an end of an ERA
the ERA when i was still young and foolish and can afford to make mistakes and someone else will clear up for me.....
the broken jar means something from the past is no more present and in the future it will have no more existence....it's existence will slowly be forgotten, contained as long as human memory can.....
when i broke the jar, i somehow think of my Dad. why? the jar has been with us for a long time and these time includes those we spent together....
so another object that tied us together vanished....because of my slippery fingers
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