The cracked glass/ life

Sometimes I feel like my life appears to be a cracked glass which falls apart into tiny pieces every time I have something really positive in my existence. I can present you with multiple examples of what I’ve had and what I’ve lost- I count all- human beings, my self- development, faith, self- confidence, purpose of life and material possessions. But what for?
Everyone says, it’s normal to be kicked in the butt, well, they also claim that each time you fail you need to pick up your ‘carcass’ and start your ‘puzzle game’ all over again because it’s all about performance.
So here I am… sewing my brain and heart with the rusted needle just to give it ‘another go’

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