Today Simon and I made the time to stack our firewood
I appreciate these small moments
And what they mean for building the bigger picture
I think we’ll be ok
We’ve come through the worst
We were using the wheelbarrow I bought two weeks ago from Bunnings when Simon noticed a split in the bottom. Already.
Things are not made to last the stand of time.
Several weeks ago I was talking to a friend and he told me a story about his grandfather’s axe which he now has. Sure the handle cracked when it was his fathers and his father replaced that. And later he himself replaced the head. But it remains to him his grandfather’s axe. It may have been replaced in all respects of his physically but damn, an axe at least 40 years old is one that has lasted in so many respects. Like the relationship I refuse to discard. I think it is meant to last, not just some rubble I refuse to let go of
This ephemeral-ity has become something I’m deeply afraid of
It’s no longer just a wheelbarrow
A mobile phone
A relationship
A person living in a government-run support home who will be sold off to the highest bidder
It happens so often in many things because people do not know how to harness the power they have to choose
In my rebuilding this time
I do not want to be temporary
Ephemeral
Expendible
I want to build myself from a stronger skeleton
Into a thicker skin
I don’t want to just return here
When things get too much
I want to escape the ruins
I don’t want to remain a ghost here
I have the opportunity to create anything I want. To start again, but choose what I will use from my past. I want to use this
I want this discipline
I want something that will last
I hope
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