I have a propensity for appreciating beautiful pieces of porcelain.
Sometimes, I take a few moments off of my routine and relax, just to criticize porcelain.

I have a personal inclination towards the meaningfully designed ones; the plain, the simple, with an occasional swirl on the exterior, or a small but complex pattern on one side; the monochrome, with a colour gradient so random that it feels like it was intentionally planned.
But I find everything interesting, be it the average pieces that people usually ignore, or the pieces that are meaningfully designed, or the beautiful show-pieces that serve no practical purpose, everything goes well with a nice bouquet, which, depending on the permutations of colour and number of petals, can both mask the porcelain’s plain-ness and (or) accentuate its intricacies.

My experience with life has taught me that some people are too valuable for my paltry hands.
Like beautiful porcelain pots, intricately, meaningfully designed for different uses.
It’s times when I catch myself mindlessly eyeing these masterpieces that I realise that it’s always better to appreciate such valuable stuff from a distance for a lifetime, rather than being elated by its possession for a relatively short time.
I’d rather keep my trembling, inept hands away from precious porcelain.
But I’ll be sure to put a bouquet there.

Because Bouquets in Porcelain sure look beautiful.