Sunday, February 22, 2015

life comes with a brick






Life comes with a brick.
It was part of the coupon your parents used to get you here.
No returns
No exchanges
Just a brick.
                       
Mine was crumbled on the right top corner when I picked it up
Had a 7th grade scratch
A heartbreak chip

Yours is just a little bit larger than everyone else’s. And theirs has two holes while hers has three
His is rougher than usual.

Our parents taught us that holes were ok and crumbles were beautiful.
Just like parents are suposed to.

In fifth grade we had a show-and-tell day and
that’s the last time I can remember everyone being proud of their bricks.

When we were under 4 feet tall there were shows and songs and rhymes and riddles and 2 million different heat activated color changing motivational pencils (remember those?) that reminded us 
every brick was great.

Because all bricks are different

When we grew closer to 6 feet tall there were shows and songs and rhymes and riddles and 2 million different Yahoo articles and googled how-tos that reminded us that 
every brick was not great.

Because all bricks are different.

And once for three months I believed my brick was worthless. I drove up a road behind 7 other people considered the “figured-it-outs” and hair-flipped, drop-kicked my brick out the window.

They convinced me that holding onto it would make me another cemented down brick in the wall.

And they had a point
because millions of bricks all together tend to look repetitive

But they
                I
                    we

were missing the point.



Because that crumble in the top right corner
That seventh grade scratch
That heartbreak chip

Those things were me.
They were my grocery list, must-learns of life
Things designed specifically for me to learn

And I’m doing all that I can to search that pile of “not-good-enoughs” to find my crumbled, scratched, chipped block of something




Because this wall can’t be built without me
And I think that makes my brick pretty significant.



(In a beautifully insignificant kind of way)



F. Sharpe

6 comments:

  1. Your writing is utterly lovely.

    So amazingly lovely.

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  2. The way you write though. Every post- flawless

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  3. "That seventh grade scratch."

    YOU ARE FRESH

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  4. "Because this wall can't be built without me" OKAY let's just talk about how wonderful your writing is.

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