Glass Ball

Happiness is like a glass ball. It's there... only that many of us can't see it and therefore deny its presence. When happiness is shattered... it's broken into infinite small pieces... there for you to pick them up. You can pick as many pieces as you want... as long as you're not frightened of cutting yourself. Sadly... it is not possible to pick everything up again... to get the same glass ball again. But who said you can't make a more beautiful figurine out of it?