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The Story
You buy a pair of shoes; they're so beautiful you fall in love with them immediately. You wear them every day - you've never found a better fit. You take care of them, clean them when they're the slightest bit dirty, and you keep them in the box they came in when they're not in use.Then time passes and you find yourself losing the patience to take such good care of your shoes - they are just shoes after all. So you wear them out and you don't notice the sharp edge on that escalator, and that piece of gum on the ground, or that piece of plastic jutting out of the side of the steps. You walk and you run and you jump and you don't pay attention because there are just too many other things appealing to your senses.
One day you notice a stain on your favourite shoes, and you hold it up to take a closer look. Wait, where did that cut come from? When did the sides get so scratched up? What happened to the soles? How did this soda stain come about?
And then you try to clean them, but of course not all stains go away, and you cannot return it to its original state. You wear them out a bit more, until you realise that it no longer makes you feel the way you used to, and so you throw them out - not without some hesitation and regret.
Why couldn't they last the way you wanted them to, forever?
But I am not shoes.
