Piecing together a broken ornament for my mom. Although this ornament would break if you breathed too heavy on it I thought this meant something.
Gluing Peace back together. It is broken. We are at war with our neighbors, nature, ourselves. Accepting self is a hurdle many people never scale. I have battles accepting myself at times.
How can we be in harmony with anything if we cannot feel good about ourselves. Calm down, I won’t go super spiritual on you guys.
Donno why fixing my mom’s ornament struck me so much. Just got the impression that we need to try to fix what is broken. Your pieces may become a peaceful whole.
*audience begins to snap*