What if you discover that all that time you have been a toy. An entertainment to others and a drama to yourself. A game in destructive hands, you get your time and then you are thrown away. The source of happiness and pride, but only temporarily till a new toy takes your place, till the novelty fades away, or maybe till the highlights of interest are focused on another possession, another fun activity, another subject of enjoyment and self-satisfaction.
And you remain there, alone and neglected, till rust invades your gears and ageing wearies your motor. But still not in peace, for you still get used but this time to shatter you into pieces, to dismantle you, to get your precious inner carefully crafted metal and magnets, to leave you hollow, and then to throw you into the garbage.
Such a tragic fate! Only because you accepted to be a toy. To fall into unsafe hands. To have no will. No value. No life...
Until you fall in the hands that really appreciate your existence. So they reconnect your abused parts, they gather your inner pieces, and they take good care of you. They fix you. And you become a toy no more, but the only reason for real joy and serene happiness. You become alive.
