And that pulled out the last thread which shattered her dreams, scattering them as far as she could see.
Voices chirped and screamed, telling her to keep moving forward or she will be left behind in life.
But she just stood there, mesmerized by the beauty of her dreams, thousands of little crystals
shining and gleaming,
each telling its own story.
How could she walk on them, these fragile pieces of gem?
They would crumble into flour and will never be seen again!
So she just sat cross-legged and wept and wept and wept, as the fragments shone even brighter in the darkness that had set around her.
Hours later, still sobbing, she picked up a piece in her cold feeble palm. It was cold and lifeless, but at least it was there.
Slowly she picked up another piece, and another and before she knew it, she went on a frenzy gathering as many as she could, embracing them close to her – grieving yet smiling at the treasure that was once buried inside her, but now laid on display for the world to see around her.