Hope

From away the vase looked flawless, but with a closer look, it was evident that the vase wasn't perfect.

It had numerous ruptures around it. Too weak to even hold up.

But somehow it was withstanding the harshness of time. Not letting go.

What's the point of holding onto something so brittle, that one blow and it might shatter into pieces.

Probably that's what people call hope. They hope that these cracks might mend themselves with time not realizing with the ticking clock its end is near.