Building Brick By Brick

It is difficult to build brick by brick. It takes years to complete and even more effort to make something of it. Today I Iearn the pain in letting them go. When all that effort goes unnoticed and pain it took forgotten, one is left wondering what was all that for. It will rattle you. If not you must be something close to god because I doubt humans are capable of anything otherwise. Because it was a life earned through it all and not of them. Every bit would count, but no one else would get it. If they did, they would be overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude. So it would be easier if they didn't.

This exercise need not be a conscious effort. If you keep at it long enough and hard enough you'd get there. The look back is the reward. It is also the catch. Time is like a banyan tree that has wound its roots around you in a magnificent inescapable clutch. To try to get out at that point becomes beyond one's imagination and heart wrenchingly painful.

No one would realise the depth of the wound they are cutting with their careless actions. Because it only carried value in the life one that earned them. For everyone else, they are what the world sees as material possession devoid of intrinsic value.

For so many years I did not get this at all. Or what I understood about it was completely wrong. To build something brick by brick was not about hard work. Right now as I learn what it means I am not sure if I ever want to either. It is a journey that starts small, takes a lot from you and towards the end rewards in pain because the last thing to do is to let go. If the one standing with you doesn't get it, all that is behind you becomes worthless, material possessions. That in its true sense is what it means to build brick by brick.

How painful it must be to arrive at that juncture and realize is an unbearable position to be. One that can truly and deeply make you loose your mind. But I have come to realize the wisdom coming from age. That saying comes to mind, "this too shall pass". So i pray, that I have the strength to hold steady when the time comes. I am currently standing deep in the forays of building brick by brick and I shall do so for the next decade with the hope that when the time comes I am able to let go and think to myself, "this too shall pass".

For now, I will attempt to stand behind and learn. Today I do not possess the fortitude or commitment that my age should. Only the ego that runs through my veins.

Listening to the heart

The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

A lesson for all times

Remember the boy who cried wolf, Deceiving the good folk again and again, Not realizing the repercussions, The villagers lost faith. Remember the boy who cried wolf, Whose momentary lapse in judgement, For a fading temporary amusement, Lost him his life and livelihood. Not knowing the repercussions, He amused in the pleasure of his actions, Not knowing the consequence, He indulged in his dishonest deeds. When the day of reconning arrived, He was standing alone, Facing the might of karma, What goes around comes back around The lessons of honesty and faith he learnt, Though too little too late, Passed down through generations, From a mother to son, father to daughter Helping mold young minds, To imbibe the values of honesty, In the grand scheme of things, Understand the value of trust and faith. But life is such, It tempts one to lie and cheat, Than stand your ground, Because it is easier to sway.

Stone Gods

Photo Credit: Chris Ensey Worship Gods carved into stones, With deep reverence stemming from generations, Wishing for health and prosperity, For yourself and your next of kin. Shower gifts and offerings in plenty, Hoping for a blessings, a better future, In return for our unsullied adoration, Pray stone Gods save our tomorrow. Do they truly? Or is it a facade of our "self", A "self" that we are too estranged to see, A "self" lost in the pages of our beliefs. Aching for validation in rocks, Why don't we chisel inward through the veils of our glorified illusion, Seek within, and reverberate with every speck for all the faith we yearn, And in return find the self that was once born pure. But if you must, pray to the sun that shines every morning, Pray to the winds that bring rain, Pray to the earth that lay beneath, Pray to your health that suffers your carnage everyday.

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