Sometimes, we have things we know are not worth keeping. We have a pair of jeans that finally fit right and feel comfortable, but the knees or seat are just wearing out. We can't bear to be parted from them. They aren't practical; they can't be worn in public, but we keep them anyway.
Why is it that we are so willing to throw away things in our community? Why are relationships disposable? Why do we not fight to keep the fabric of our communities when we notice them becoming threadbare? Why are jeans, which can't be worn outside, held tighter to us instead of people? I'm confused.
Some people are willing to become those broken threads and fade away from existence. Others feel the stress and strain of trying to hold together a receding cloth.
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