I once had a bag. It was a quaint one, not fashionable at all, but I loved it nonetheless. I thought it suited me just fine. It sat comfortably upon my shoulders, evening out all the heavy loads I drag around everywhere I go.
However, like all things, it became more worn-out day by day. You’d see more stains and loose thread as time passed by. It couldn’t remain ‘good to go’…and it didn’t.
A phone call. An accident, they said!
That quaint blue bag, with all its stains and loose thread, just collapsed and could never be used again.