Growing

watched in drama something about those china wares making process. those clay stuff. If there's flaws, the only way to go about is to shatter it and toss it into the fire and make a new one.

In making a new one, the craftman had to sit there for hours and mould it with love, gentleness, and care. Then it has to brave the intense furnace. And come out nice beautiful and pleasing in the craftmen's eyes.

Parallels life doesn't it? Shattering hurts. But in a way, it the only way to say good bye to a less pleasant past to become a better ware. To become good wares, we have to trust the craftman's professionalism in moulding. And to endure the furnace. But even in the furnace, the craftman never leaves. He has to make sure the temperature is just nice, and not too much. Just enough for the ware to bear.