Our minds are beautiful, wonderful, amazing tools. But sometimes they can fool us into believing something that logically doesn't make sense. You get it into your head to build a glass house. A good solid foundation. Design it with the proper architecture, and engineering in mind. Place every nook and cranny in exactly the spot that you want it in. It's perfect in every way, shape, and form. You are ecstatic with it, you never want to leave, you wish you could be in there for ever, in absolute bliss. On the horizon you see a storm brewing. You think no big deal, I'll be safe in my house, what could possibly go wrong. Let the storm come, You fear it not. You've got the best foundation, and the perfect architecture. Let the storm come.
Oh how the storm does come. As if the very fury of the heavens is descending upon you, and your glass house. You sit and watch, helpless to do anything about it. The one thought crosses your mind, I'm sitting in a glass house. The storm strikes, with all it's might. Lightning, rain, wind all the power that it has crashes into your glass house. The glass house shatters in the storm. It falls down around your head, and as the storm blows itself out, you sit amidst the rubble, distraught that your perfect house is nothing more then broken glass. What could you have done? You made your house out of glass.
Life gives us hard lessons. Sometimes we need to find better judgment, and not listen to our own insane babbling. It's hard to pick ourselves up and get going again, but somehow, some way we must.
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What touched off this musing?
Oh you know just this and that. It's been a fairly interesting week so far. And it's only Monday!
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