You may be cracked,
Whole,
Broken,
Torn,
Fading,
Used,
Worn down.

But few of us are shattered.

We need to convinced those people that the pieces can still be picked up and mended.
And yes, they can never be the same.
But they can move on.
They would still be of use,
Maybe not what they first thought,
But they still would.

If a glass cup breaks, and you glue it back together,
It can never hold a drink again,
It can never do what everyone expects of it,
But looking at all the cracks through it,
It becomes a beautiful decoration.

And the same is with people,
We just need to remind them.