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Monday with Marley
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 | May 19, 2008 Skipped a week. Skipped a lifetime. Woke up one day and I was old. My last daughter getting married in a couple of weeks ends twenty years of watching her and her four sisters grow up and into the hearts of other men. It blows open the eyes of the man in the mirror. That person looking back at you in the mirror, you made him. You are his architect. You've been designing him all along. God gave you the compass and the square and a number two yellow pencil but that guy in the mirror, you made him. You make him. Why the long face? It's far from over, your job. All you've done so far is the conceptual design and maybe cast a few foundations about you. Hopefully good, strong foundations. If not, start over. You are not finished with your design work, not by a long shot. That guy in the mirror is smiling because he knows something you don't. He understands that you are a Living Architecture and that you'll never be perfectly complete. Being completely perfect is closing your eyes one last time. Until then, my friend, we've all got a lot to do. Stonethrower stood at a crossroads. He could sense
that the road down would lead him home where he could close his eyes and sleep
forever. The road that sloped up, steeply into rocky unexplored places, lifted
his feet and made him smile. The ancient architect adjusted the strap of his satchel. His shoulder took the weight out of habit. The simply cut leather was a memory to his hand. He heard the pencils and pens rub against the pages of clean white paper and clink against the round metal box of his compass. His mind open to that which would come, he started to climb and never looked back. Ask that guy in the mirror today, if he's happy
with his architect. If he's not, fire him and hire a new one. After all, that
guy in the mirror is the client as well. Marley Porter | |
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