and we must remember that sometimes, people can be as fragile as a piece of glass."
Something that drifted into my mind during prayer just the other day. I usually don't pay attention to class prayers, since most of the time they're thrown together haphazardly at the last minute, but this caught my ear whilst I was lying on my desk in Algebra.
It's portrayed to make you think that glass can be shattered at a whim, and then it's over; you've broken your nice little stained glass window and left a cacophony of colored shards all over the ground. However, I don't think that's the end of it. Say, for instance, one happens to step upon one of these glass shards that's strewn across the floor. There is now a sliver of silicon dioxide that has wedged its way between the layers and folds of your skin. It will stay there for a few days, maybe weeks, and you'll notice sharp pains in your heel. Maybe you'll develop an infection. Maybe you'll be able to extract this pain-causing demon that is burrowed under your flesh, but not without tearing out a few pieces of yourself in the process. What people have depicted as a frail leaf in the wind, may actually be a parasite hell-bent on your discomfort.
In this way, I can see how a simile between humans and glass can be made. Something who's emotional barriers can be shattered at a whim, but the pieces will somehow find their way around and cause you immeasurable amounts of discomfort while slowly gnawing at you from the inside.
And while some people's glass cases may look prettier or more elaborate than others, may be more intricate or more appealing
they all look the same when they're broken.