MY WALLS

MY WALLS   


Walls are always part of our lives
You might say that our lives are made of walls.
Walls that are meant to keep things out and in
both physical and otherwise.
We have walls for protection and security.
Walls that we use to keep things contained,
our thoughts, our emotions, and perhaps maybe even ourselves.
Walls may separate us from everything else, or maybe from everyone else.
Possibly, they might even be keeping us together,
preventing us from just falling apart, totally.
Each wall contains everything that has, is, or will be part of our life.
Everything making up our past, our present, and our future.

My wall is something like that.
Representing everything that has gone on,
throughout my whole life and beyond.
I picture my wall as being huge, built with thousands
or perhaps millions of stones and bricks and logs of all sizes and shapes,
anything that might help it be a wall.
Each memory, thought, or event in life being represented by all those bits and pieces in the wall.
Everything good, bad or indifferent has and is going into it.
Small things make small pieces that might fill a small hole here and there.
Something else that may have been a milestone in life might produce something akin to one of the huge stones in the great pyramid.
Perhaps there was something that happened so big, so significant
that it can only be represented in the wall with a number of pieces interconnected making up a whole section of wall.
The possibilities, like the number of pieces, are infinite.
I can access my wall any time from anywhere I might be.
In doing so I can see so much of what has made me what I am now,
and what it might possibly be leading to in the future.
But who knows exactly what I will be in the future, certainly not me, that kind of knowledge is totally in the hands of my God.
He is the only one that can know for sure what I’m really all about, I don’t think that I really have the mental prowess or abilities to even contemplate the meaning of life let alone try to understand what’s going on in it, mine or anyone else’s.
That would be like an ant thinking about the future life cycle of some other insectoid in a star cluster in some distant galaxy.
And that’s just fine with me because when I think about the future (my future at least) it can really give me the heebie-jeebies. And I don’t like those things, they can really scare the heck out of you when you’re not looking.