on attachment

A friend said –
You talk about deep Conditioning
and attachment In your poems,
Can you tell me more about it?
It is like this –
You’ve a skill
you’ve learned for so many years
and you heavily depend on it for survival
and everyone knows you by what
you do and you are proud about it.
But something happens all of a sudden -
Your skills turn themselves into
a beautiful ceramic artwork and one day
they drop from your grips
crashing on the ground beyond repair.
You are now standing naked
and on your own.
What do you do when
this happens to you?
Do you embrace it as
An opportunity for a
new transformation
and self-discovery
or run around in great shock looking
for something to replace it with?