When it’s applied to glass, packages I don’t want to be broken, a priceless family heirloom, it’s fine.
When I think about myself it’s one of the last things I want to be. It’s a quality that is said to guarantee you won’t make it in a world that seems to care little for emotions. During a time when empathy is only applied if you look a certain way or are from the right country.
Funny enough, while I’m not “allowed” to be fragile, it feels like our whole world is. With just one poke in the wrong place, it will shatter, spewing shards of debris and conflict to every corner. If the wind were to blow it at a certain angle, it would tip over the edge, like a bowl placed too close to the end of the table. Like if God switched his grip and just missed, sending it all careening down.
Fragile, please be careful. We are fragile. Please do not break us. Please be more gentle. More compassionate. Humans aren’t made of steel; not our bodies nor our emotions. Don’t carry the world with kid gloves, but at the same time don’t go tossing words, laws, and ideas around that bring about the same results as a hammer slamming against a crack.