Milomi's world

We all start life with a bunch of building blocks. Every day we put one block on top of the other, and watch it become a larger structure. It has always been like that. Pick up a block, and place it. It was time-consuming, but consumed you. Some people would end up with whole towns, while others still struggle to balance blocks.

We are all proud of whatever we’ve made with our blocks. But sometimes a storm finds its way to our small village of blocks. We think our town will withstand the wind and rain and harsh weather. We stand by it and defend it, and do whatever we can to keep it in shape.

However, nature has its own very nature. It breaks down your cities and buildings which you spent years perfecting. It shatters your dreams and hopes and leaves you in the left over rabble of your city.

Some people decide to stop dreaming. They decide to move on the hard way. To let go of all beliefs, dreams and hopes because they believe nothing has a purpose anymore. And nor do they.

Some people will mourn their lost cities and slowly start picking up blocks and rebuilding. They know it is painful, and might not be entirely fruitful, but they still cling on to some hope that everything will be alright. They know they are responsible for their life and they gradually start shaping up a better town.

It’s tough to gather up blocks and look at something you made, broken. Something dear to you, something that was precious, something that you loved.

Written by

Milomi.