Stories of a Broken Clover

Past midnight. I should be asleep. And I was about to, until I broke a clover. Not a real clover, nor issit one of the Seven Clover some of you may know. But a fake one, a Crystal Puzzle bought at Popular for $15. It meant nothing to me until now. And though I'll properbly throw it away in the future or give it to someone else, the things this broken puzzle showed me will stay.

"There are at least two kinds of cowards. One kind always lives with himself, afraid to face the world. The other kind lives with the world, afraid to face himself." -Roscoe Snowden

I was greatly affected by the puzzle as it lays in pieces on the ground. It reminded me so much of myself. How complicated life can be, and how fragile it is at the same time. 42 pieces, 2 broken. Nothing a little super glue can't fix. But still, the sight of a broken puzzle disturbed me and I set out, collecting the pieces to fix it again.

"If one have never shed no tears, one have never been beautiful." -Feathers Nirvana

Apart, it is a pile of mess. No form, no nothing. Just a pile of scattered acrylics wannabe crystals. But together, they form a clover. Like how pieces of ones life gives a person shape, pieces of memories. The stem isbroken. A hollow shell without a soul. Reminds me of how I am to others. They see the cover of the book but never the story within. A cover page picturing joy and happiness, may have a story of sadness and anguish. Similarly, a picture brimming with life may have a thousand pages unwritten.

"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." -From the television show, 'The Wonder Years'

But the stem meant something else. It was broken. But the rest wasn't. Why is that? If someone hates another, does that mean they are sinners and are thus worthy to endure hell and punishment beyond all? But don't they know, that the hated makes them who they are today? I don't think that's right. You can't smite evil if the evil is you.

"Hatred is the fear of forgiving. Hated is the fear of not being forgiven." -Neo Deskett

There are no difference between good and evil. No diffrence between sinners and saints. For evil, evil is good and for sinners, the sinners are saints. A person who accepts one but rejects the other makes no sense to me. They are hypocrites who are unable to cross the sea surrounds their world and see for themselves the line between good and evil in the world of others.

"This is how humans are: we question all our beliefs, except for the ones we really believe, and those we never think to question." ~Orson Scott Card

For saying these things, I may be called a hypocrite myself. But I don't think I am one. If anyone else can tell, nothing I've said above should make any sense whatsoever. But it does doesn't it? But how can senseless have sense? A contradiction then? Then a contradiction I shall be.

"The only time you're perfect, is when you're not. Since you won't be you if you're perfect. You'd be God." -Adam Law

Remember the past, live in the present and change for the future. It took a broken clover to renew my believe in nothing so I can believe everything.