Building
As I sit here watching the film It’s a Wonderful Life, I think of the book Choke and Victor Mancini and myself. George Bailey wants to move far away and has some kind of idea of what he wants to “build.” Oh, how I can relate. Victor gets the chance to start over by letting all of the shit that he held in for so long out and is building. He doesn’t know what he’s building, but he knows all that he can do is build. Is there anything that any of us can do but build? George wants skyscrapers, bridges and so on. He knows what he is going to do tomorrow, the day after that, and forever (or so he thinks). Victor helps to build before he has plans. Before he has a finished foundation. The shit from before is still there. Everything he works for collapses around him.
It’s so hard to think that all we can do is build. All that we can do is to lay the best foundation we can, plan out the structure of the building, and build all that we can. We throw in a few structural supports when we can, but we always build. Sometimes they collapse, sometimes our plans are lost. Sometimes, you never start building because of a soggy foundation. How we build our foundation makes all the difference in the world, least we be the fools who build our homes in the sand out of ignorance. Everything is fine until the rain comes and then it all goes to Hell.
Is that all that there is to life? Do we just build until we die? Until the building is ransacked by the ones who watched us craft it? Until they tear it down and bury it? All of the insulating to ensure that it is a warm haven. The windows so we may have a larger perspective. The walls for support. The roof to shed the rain. No one else can live in our creations. Home is where the heart it. Your heart is where your home is. George and Victor, thanks.
It’s so hard to think that all we can do is build. All that we can do is to lay the best foundation we can, plan out the structure of the building, and build all that we can. We throw in a few structural supports when we can, but we always build. Sometimes they collapse, sometimes our plans are lost. Sometimes, you never start building because of a soggy foundation. How we build our foundation makes all the difference in the world, least we be the fools who build our homes in the sand out of ignorance. Everything is fine until the rain comes and then it all goes to Hell.
Is that all that there is to life? Do we just build until we die? Until the building is ransacked by the ones who watched us craft it? Until they tear it down and bury it? All of the insulating to ensure that it is a warm haven. The windows so we may have a larger perspective. The walls for support. The roof to shed the rain. No one else can live in our creations. Home is where the heart it. Your heart is where your home is. George and Victor, thanks.