How can something be so whole, so complete, and yet shatter in a heart beat? Splintering into thousands of pieces with some so small and insignificant that they will never be found again. Those pieces, which had once shaped you, will be gone forever, never to be recovered. And all it takes is one moment, one regretted action, to lose pieces of yourself and never be whole again. And although you can be mended, making the fractures invisible to the eye, they still run deep inside you, as a reminder of what was lost. Nothing is truly permanent, but through all the pain and the loss, you realise that all that really matters is whether you have the courage to pick up the pieces.