EIGHTEEN
Today, by complete and utter accident, I put up new walls: new metaphoric walls, not physical walls. Jeez, if I’d put up new walls for a house or something I’d be screaming it from the rooftops like I was tradie of the year or something.
Life sometimes gives you a false sense of security.
You guard yourself so much that you don’t think anything can get passed your defence.
You falsely think you’re un-touchable by trouble or feelings or confusion.
Nothing can get through.
The cage around you might as well be made of kryptonite.
However, you’re so guarded that you don’t pay attention and one day you miss a tiny flicker of something else that quietly strolls on in without so much as a murmur. And then you wake up and realise your defence was total crap and your guard was having a snooze at the most crucial moment.
But by then it’s too late. It’s nestled in there very comfortably. It’s even coerced a couple of hopes and dreams to come along for the ride.
So what do you do? Cast aside the barricades and embrace this wonderful tiny flicker of something else that actually feels quite lovely and could potentially make life even better then before?
Hells no. You build walls mon cherie. You build some massive walls.
Because life is just too easy. You need to make things more complicated. Yeah. Walls are the best option.
Please note the sarcasm.
LOVE X
