Bricks

What has been done has been done. What has been said has been said. You can never rebuild what was broken to begin with. You lift another brick, set it in place, and it falls to the ground. Your muscles ache. Your bones creak. Slaving away in the noonday sun. There is no end in sight. You invite others to help. Your companions offer other solutions. “Let’s lift the bricks one by one, cementing each in place.” Suddenly your fingers are sticking together. Then your hands. The heat is exasperating. You struggle to breathe. Yet the work must be finished. “Let’s place the bricks in a wheelbarrow.” Yet, the wheelbarrow tips under the weight. Several bricks shatter as they fall to the ground. “Let’s fill the wheelbarrow, one brick at a time.” Yet strangely, a single brick weighs as much as a full load. Your friends start to leave one by one. They cry out to you, “The work is not worth it!” Yet you’re determined beyond reason. Days pass. Nights pass. Years slip by. Your hair greys. Your knees...