Resistance to Change

Bricks. What are bricks? Homes, Churches, bridges, arches, sculptures, walls. I guess you could look at it that way. But why? Bricks are a form of a solid. Concrete. Not movable. You can touch it. Feel it. 

Bricks keep things together. Bricks stay where they are put and are not easily moved. Bricks are hard, rough, dark, and beautiful. Bricks keep things standing and firm in a place where its needs solidity.

What if we were bricks? A solid wall that a little girl could lean on when no one wants to play with her at recess and she has nothing. She may not know it but you are there for her. A solid place for her that wont fall down because of who she is. A bench that she later goes to in life to think, draw, sing, make hard life decisions? A place she will go when her and the love of her life get in their first horrible fight. A place for her to cry when they break it off. A little old coffee shop where she meets the love of her life sitting on a wire chair and they spend the next couple hours talking about anything and everything. To the church building where they get married and decide to spend the rest of theirs lives together. Their first apartment where they have their first child, that they will love more than anything. And you were there to keep them all safe.
 They may not understand what you truly mean to them and may not tell you. But you watch them grow old, and watch that little boy or girl grow up and you were that wall, that bench, that coffee shop, that church, that first home. You were there throughout it all. And that means it all. That memories that live within those walls. And maybe one day she will return to you, that place, that bench, that home. Reminisce in all the hard, painful, lovely, wondrous memories that you were there for.

 

You will not be forgotten, you will be remembered through out the centuries. You may be part of an old historic building where someone great in history lived and you will be preserved for the rest of time. 

And one day you wont be able to fight for yourself. When the people you affected fight to keep you standing. To keep you from collapsing. To keep you a part of them. The people protest against the government or a new industry that wants to turn you into a new mall or office building. They don't care who you are, or who you have affected in their lives. They don't know and will never know. So those you do affect will fight for you. That is when all that you did for them, will be returned.

"So I sat among by books and pens, and I wondered where my mind had been. Simple smiles and the suttle things. And the stranger things I cant perceive. And I walked alone, so let my go." - The Arcadians (Brick and Mortar)

Sincerly, little fox