Don’t let the weight fool you—glass isn't heavy. It’s fragile . The danger isn't the load; it's the sudden turn, the misplaced step, the person who bumps into you without saying sorry.
Maybe your glass is a new relationship. Maybe it’s a startup that hasn't launched. Maybe it’s your sobriety.
Walk away from the shards. You don't have to carry those, too. Title: The Glazier's Walk Carry The Glass
A stone is heavy. You can drop a stone. It chips the floor, but the stone survives. Glass is light. But if you drop glass, it is gone .
So yes. I will carry the glass. I will walk slowly. I will not run just because you are impatient. Don’t let the weight fool you—glass isn't heavy
Carry it gently. Carry it with both hands. And if it breaks?
Some of us know it. Some of us are running. Maybe your glass is a new relationship
People will accidentally elbow you. They won't see the glass. You will get angry. 'Can't you see I'm carrying something?' No. They can't. That’s your job to see it.
Look at my reflection in it. That’s the past. That’s the version of me who dropped it once. Blood on concrete. A thousand little mirrors laughing up at me.
But I picked it up again. Because you don’t get to the other side of the wind by staying seated.
Because a window doesn't weigh a thing. It just shows you the world.