Tout doit meurt, toutes choses doivent terminer...

If a vase drops to the floor and shatters, you can often times pick it up and glue it together without managing to take away it's original look and feel, but as time roles on and that process gets repeated, the vase starts to loose shape, the cracks become more visible, the paint starts to chip...and you no longer have what was at first, something beautiful.

Eventually, you find that you've dropped this vase one too many times. You try in vain to put it back together but find that it's no longer as easy to do. Pieces are missing and although it no longer has any of it's original charm, it's sentimental value makes you hold on to it despite it's unsightliness and the fact that it's no longer holding water, it's used up. You've broken it way too many times.

The only thing left is to throw it away, it's gone. Just try to remember how it used to make you feel when it held all the beautiful things you put in it. Remember what it was to you before you damaged it so often. Remember it when you replace it, not to break the next one so many times...because even the most sturdy vase can only be broken and repaired so many times before it no longer holds water.
Everything has to die, all things must end...
(((03))) (photo by Samuel Cartwright)