Bricks I've Thrown

It's funny, because bricks have two purposes, which are completely opposite of each other.

To build, and to destroy.

Kind of like humans.

I've had bricks thrown at me, and I've thrown bricks at others, and it's all crap. Whether it's a compliment to build somebody up, or an insult to tear them down, it makes a lasting impression all the same. You can't patch up a broken window with duck tape and expect it to look the same.

The bricks that leave the biggest effect, though, are the ones that are used to break windows and hearts, the ones with a mean name and an insult added for good measure.

So, why say them at all?

I get it. When somebody calls you a douche bag, it would be the easiest thing in the world to turn around and call them every name in the book. But that's such a human urge, a primal instinct, to take an eye for an eye.

(That one's from personal experience.}

I'm going to cut this short because I'm tired, and I don't want this to turn too cliché or motivational. But.

We each have bricks. Build houses, don't break windows.

Until next time.