Feb 25, 2009 21:36
Lately I have found a strange new fondness for those structures that I pass every day that are as of yet still in progress; especially in the night when their work lights are on, but usually only iluminating one floor. The I beams and concrete and exposed wires, I have found a certain gentle feeling as I pass them every day, and oddly enough it saddens me to see the walls start to come up.
I'm not sure why this feeling has come of a sudden.
Perhaps it is the fact that my life is as of yet still a work in progress. Or maybe to be more specific, I am yet a work in progress. Though I am trully comfortable in my skin, I think for a time I had let myself settle, and so become stagnant. This is simply not the way of life, change is an every day occurence in ones life. What walls must I tear down to open myself to change once again, what is there in me that I do not need and which could be holding me back - these are things which I must ponder on.
There of course is another aspect of the unfinished constr, the work in progress; the building of something wonderful. I can say that I'm happy with where my life seems to be going now, though there are still some things I wish to work on, maybe that sums it all up right there...hmmm interesting how that comes out in the random writings *smiles*.
I love y'all.