My dear wife was full of wisdom and everytime I broke my mold and did a kindness or went out of my way for others with no reward she would tell me that it was a brick in my house in heaven.
Sadly I have done some dismal shit as well and so my house in hell is likely close to completion.
Since my wife died I have been looking for a purpose to put my life toward now that I am alone and I think I may have found it.
I plan to move all of the bricks that I have put in hell and move them to heaven. There is nothing religious going on here, it's a task of morality and challenging my natural tendency to do wrong so often without knowing.
I am not a religious man so when the house is finished (200000 bricks apparently for a decent sized 3 bedroom) I have no expectation of ever moving in. The point is my life will have had some point that exceeds the collection of ever more expensive house filling rubbish. That BMW 7 series is off the list and the 60" LED TV is not happening.
The journey starts here and I already wonder where it will take me.
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