How many times?

There was a time in history when the parents said, "Why do you listen to that music? You can't understand a word they are saying!" Music, since the 1950s and 1960s has changed enormously.
Often, not only are the lyrics hard to understand, the music is head (ache) banging. Yet, perhaps because I am of the generation which needed to listen closely to hear the words being sung, I can pretty much understand the artists of today's words. "How many times can I break til I shatter?"
This pretty much is the question of the day. Are we broken or are we shattered? Is there a difference between the two states of being? If an object of value to us breaks, if it seems reparable, we attempt to put it back together. If this same object shatters, not likely to be put into a recognizable state. If broken once, we have a chance to reinstate ourselves, if broken over and over again until shattered, what next? What can be found of value to repair? Often a magician, to demonstrate his power will tear up a piece of paper or brake a vase into small tattered pieces.
Place the pieces into a hat, they say magic words and remove the shattered pieces into whole.
There are times, when believing this power is within ourselves, we survive broken pieces of our lives and dreams. You hear over and over, "just pick up the pieces and start all over again".
Is this possible when our lives and dreams are shattered? There is a difference. Without the magician hat and words of sorcery, what does a mere mortal do in a state of shattered?
Can we love ourselves when we are shattered? Do we even recognize our soul when we are shattered? Who can we turn to? Most shattered objects are swept up and placed into the garbage.
Possibly the phrase for self protection should read: "HANDLE WITH CARE, BROKEN IN THE PAST; NEXT TIME, LIKELY TO SHATTER".
Believing it is possible to rise from shattered pieces..........may depend on the time and place we are in our lives. I am not a fan of what does not kill us, makes us stronger; one door shuts another opens; because, if we do not become stronger or find an open door, we live on a fragile lifeline and more likely to shatter than break. There is a chance we take each time we bring a beautiful object into our lives. We place it in/on a safe area. The unexpected turn we take near it may leave it standing, toss it to the ground to break, or crash into a shattered mess. I can only come to one suggestion. Try with all your might, faith, hope and fear, to pick up the shattered pieces and create a mosaic out of a chaotic shattered life.