The Story of A Glass and Water

A glass says:
- I’m so lonely, I need water, please give me some water.
The owner of glass asks:
- Ok. I give you some water and then you will not be lonely any longer, will you?
The glass replies:
- Sure, sir.
The owner brings water to the glass and pour some into it. Water is very hot. The glass feels soft and panic-stricken. It beleives that it is nearing melting. It thinks this is surely a power of love. A little later, water is only warm. The glass feels very comfortable. It thinks this is a taste of life. Water begins to be cool. The glass feels scared. It doesn’t know what it is scared. It thinks this is an aftertaste of loss. Water is cold. The glass is hopeless. It thinks this is a disposition of fate.
The glass calls:
- My owner, please empty water out quickly. I don’t need water any longer.
But the owner is not here. The glass feels to be suffocated. Water is hateful, too cold. It feels uncomfortable with the presence of water. So it tries to shake itself with all its strength. Finally, water must flow. The glass has not enough time to be happy. It falls down and is broken into pieces. Before being broken, the glass sees every piece contains a few water. At that time, it realizes it really loves water. But it has no way to bring whole water back to it. The glass cries. Its tears dissolve with water. It tries with its final power to love water once more.
The owner returns, he picks up broken pieces. One piece cuts his finger to bleed. The glass smiles, finally what the love is, is it possible to spend sufferings in order to understand the value of respect? The glass smiles, finally what the love is, is it possible to loose everything and have no way to solve in order to understand how to let something run its course?