So…I fell in love with the sun.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s the most powerful, most pure.
Once I take notice of it, I can always feel its radiant warmth, and I smile.
But most importantly, it gives me life.
Thus, I build a tower to get closer to it, and hoping to one day be its partner in lonely space.
It’s built brick-by-brick: the tower of love and trust.
I vow to try my very hardest. I vow to try my best. I vow to make the sun happy.
Of course the work is difficult, and sometimes a small mistake leads to a brick to the head…but each step closer to the sun is another step toward happiness, so I keep working.
Those mistakes add up though. Each one contributing to the unwanted cracks in the walls…and eventually,
I’m buried in bricks.
At that point I wonder, maybe this is what the sun wants: for me to suffer for my mistakes. Maybe this goal of mine, is too great.
Maybe I’m not meant to be the sun’s partner.
I want to smash myself over the head for being so foolish.
But then I remember.
I remember the encouraging smiles the sun gave me while I worked.
It never left me, not once, after each mistake.
It only got brighter, happier, as I got closer.
Therefore, no matter how many times I fall, I’ll be damned if I stop trying to make the sun happy.