i was holding a broken glass ball, mending it, slowly, afraid that it will break further. Each time, when i put a piece back, i will hold my breath, worrying that a single movement of atmosphere might cause it to fall apart.
It took me some years to mend it bit by bit, pieces by pieces. With extra loving tender care, i watched the glass ball almost patching up to a full sphere.
On an unfateful day, my glass ball was thrown off and clashed with another. My years of effort - gone. The dream of making the sphere look whole again, smashed.
Now, i got 2 broken glass balls. Well done.