You see it sitting on the shelf. It looks so perfect. So peaceful. A picturesque setting, shielded from the outside world by a thin layer of glass. Left alone, it exists as a thing of beauty. A snapshot in time.
But you can’t leave it alone, can you?
No. The urge to pick it up is too strong. You hold it in your hand and look at it one last time before shaking it violently. Inside, the once peaceful scene erupts into chaos. You set it down, and watch as the snowflakes continue to swirl behind the glass, gradually losing momentum… until at last, they settle to the bottom.
And, although the scene soon appears as it once did… it is not. The snowflakes have fallen in a completely new pattern. A new scene has been created, leaving the old one behind. For better or worse, the change can never be undone.
And there it sits.
Until you reach for it once more…
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Snowglobes are small, stifling, little unrealistic worlds. They limit creativity.
I’d much prefer to shatter the glass and free all the little flakes so they can dance around and be merry. Floating around, hitching a ride on the breeze, and riding on the air of possibilities…
Some things are just meant to be left on the shelf and admired from a distance. Shaking can cause permanent damage. Is it really worth taking the risk in the end?