A gift is usually given with the reception of gratitude but my story is quite a surreal one and one that is not composed of pure joy. For I am an object that is not admired as it should be. Its very strange though since it makes absolutely no sense to be treated this way… I mean A lot of time, effort and, for want of a better word, complicated engineering goes into creating me. And don’t get me wrong, generally, initially I am appreciated, in fact celebrated. For a while, I become the most celebrated and cherished possession for some people. For some moments…
Then things suddenly change, and I have no idea why. I can go from being the greatest thing to happen to someone, to something people don’t give two thoughts about. I am thrown away on a daily basis for pointless reasons. I am destroyed by self abuse, neglect and carelessness. I am stolen in conflicts, stolen in war, stolen in crime, stolen in moments of inhuman cruelty. And yet I’m still created, brought into a world that doesn’t want me. Why don’t they understand? Why don’t they realise? Why don’t they just…
Once I was one of the greatest gifts given too mankind. All too quickly I am forgotten as to how precious I am.
Cherish your gift.
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