Have you ever shared something so precious with another,
only to have it be attacked?
There’s something precious that I keep within me and is a part of me. It’s a small fragile sphere made of glass that glows dimly.
I reached into my core, carefully took it out, and presented it to him. I choose who to show it to and I decided to share it with him. He grabbed it roughly and crushed it in his hands. Shards of glass fell onto the floor.
I stood there stunned and motionless. His questions cut deeper than those shards. Accusations laced his words. Accusations that what I do is meaningless, that I find no meaning in what I do, that I’m merely doing it for superficialities, for material gains.
I picked up the shattered pieces and retreated deep into my shell.