how it came to be

i have this shoddy copper teapot that i bargained from an old man on the side of the road. She cost me two dollars. i needed a teapot, and it looked like she needed me. often, i think about getting a new teapot, that whistles, with a wider base, & an insulated handle. yet i can't deny she gets the job done. i begin thinking how she could make a good decoration somewhere, to make myself feel better about getting a new one. but she was made to make tea, that's her purpose & that's all she wants to do: be used and valued, even though she isn't perfect. sometimes i think about how i'm like that teapot. living in a corporate, ulta-efficient, budget-cutting world, but all i want to do is be used for my purpose, and nothing else. if only the world valued humanity, despite our human conditions a little more....