Stained Glass
You know, I'm sure the first stained glass window was made by some dumb kid who broke a window and tried to glue it back together again. Now they are some of the most beautiful creations on earth, most commonly gracing the portals of churches where man seeks to find God. I was disappointed, I watched as all the plans I had for our house flew right out the window with three little words: You're too late. I live in fear that I'll miss out on the good things in life because I wasn't in the right place at the right time. Unfortunately, there are a whole lot of right places, and a whole lot of right times, and finding the best combination of the two through sheer man hours takes a lot of the living out of life. It puts you in the future, which takes away your present, and now, in the end, is all we have. So I didn't get this one. There will be others. And if we never own a house in our entire life, and throw away ever cent that we earn on someone else's property, we still call it home. We still live out our lives together, and like dreams of the future, memories of the past are all that will remain. We must live our lives creating beautiful memories, and in a hundred years, no one will care where we lived. Not even us. After all, we'll be dead.