As I’ve wandered through life I’ve become more and more aware that if life was a wall then I’m just another brick in the wall.
We are all part of a whole. Life is a myriad of components multitudinous in every way.
It needs to be that way because the boredom and disappointment of being, all the same, would simply overwhelm us.
Each brick you might say is individual and contains characteristics setting it apart from the other bricks. Much like we are from one another.
I was in Port Arthur, Tasmania, recently and the bricks they used were not made correctly and so over time are displaying visible signs of aging.
I see it happening around me. I am aging.
I saw this the other day – “It’s sad to think that you are the same age as old people”.