Bricks

The wave is tumbling me head over heels. We are not alone for long in this life. Eventually someone will walk in and change our perspective, bring some new focus or outlook or force you to redefine yourself. If only I weren’t so sponge-like these days, I could avoid potential problems. If only I were a brick. Then, I’d stand still and let the wave rush over me, not budging, stuck, safe and sound. But that approach sounds like opportunity lost. So, I gather my brick and bring it tumbling with me. When I reach the other end, I’ll be strong again.

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome

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