It's not important.

I feel empty while I smile as I am now. Chuckling to myself for reasons I rather don't want to chase on. I feel like a bag that's been reused and tossed aside countless times. Leather so it can take the usage and stand time a tad more than one of plastic.
Despite that sturdiness it's time and use is shown via wrinkles and a loss of color. However, should you look inside you find that the symptoms
are far more prevalent there. Gray stares back at you, innards shredded to wires and it seems it could barely hold any cargo fearing it would
rip asunder rendering it useless to the very profession it was made for. I envy that bag for it cannot truly be aware of neither it imminent breakage
or the pain inflicted upon it. When it becomes unusable it will quietly be destroyed and replace in less than a weeks time. Human being cannot be so easily replaced.
By the number absolutely. Though you cannot replace a specific person. Which makes the decision to replace them all that much harder. However we humans usually choose to replace ourselves when we notice we have become much like this bag, we figure our companions will find better replacements; after all it's not hard to find something more worthwhile than the worthless sack that we ourselves are to them? What's worse is unlike the bag inevitably destined to break under increasing weight we can either grow accustomed to it or push through as I've been taught. Unlike the bag as well our breaking point is also unknown and variable. This creates uncertainty in that we have no clue when if ever we should if correct stop being put to use. Those tears in the lining and straps could be increasing tension on our user's shoulders, if we broke at the wrong time we could strand them with their items they entrusted to us across a busy street putting them in danger. How could you expect this? How could they expect this? You don't show the symptoms of a worn bag and like the bag that will do it's job until tossed away you feel similarly engaged to continue on to do all you can despite some fleeting errors in how you were made; a button slips undone from not being sewn on tight enough. A zipper kicks and catches due to warped metal. You give in to some fleeting feeling and make mistakes digging your own emotional grave at their cost. But the owner chooses to repair that bag, tightening that button, safety pinning that zipper; keeping you there. Despite the inevitable outcome of including to trust you as broken as you are.