There was a bright, shiny toy that he had to have. He was told that the toy was fragile — poorly made, even. But he was undeterred. His relentless, determined effort quickly brought him the thing he so strongly desired. Once his, the toy was given endless hours of his attention and devotion. He loved the toy, he said. It was his favorite and he never wanted another.
Then one day, he noticed a place where the shine had started to rub off the toy. Once he noticed that flaw, he began to see others. He remembered the warning about the nature of the toy. Eventually, all he could see of the toy was its imperfections. Even the parts that were still in their original condition seemed destined to disappoint him if continued to play with the toy.
He began to think of the toy as cheap. Doing so made it easy to despise the toy because what could really be done to take care of it properly? What could really be done at all except to throw the thing away before it fell apart?
After all, there were plenty of other toys out there.
