People Who Apologize to Objects

Recently, I was drinking tea. There were several cups on the table, a huge flower vase by my side. I was sitting at a big table, just like every stupid thing that pops into my head, that I do and later regret.

I stood up and, in a pleasant kind of shock, bumped into the vase. The result: all the cups fell to the floor and shattered. Somehow, in a way I can’t really explain, like when you see a U.F.O. in the sky and decide to ignore it — I chose not to question it.

I apologized to all the broken cups.
They didn’t fix themselves. Why not?

Oh, right...
Broken things don’t heal with apologies.