I'm just like the seashell resting my butt on the sand peak which built up by people. Its always there, all the time whenever you need it. Anyone can just touch it; smash it; rub it, or do anything to it and it will just fall, its fragile. Anyone could also pick it up and built the sand peak and just leave without a word. Anyone could also just come and play with it and kill your boredom perhaps? And, left.. Its a choice made by people. They got tired of it, worthless to them and they just simply make up their minds and decided to just leave it there. Thinking that its always there, they just come and fro as and when they want. You know why? Because, seashell can only be kept as a momento. Its just a display item which weigh the least in people's heart. But, some would treasure it a lot but, who's that?