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Dec 2012
Rooms, Doors, Windows

One part of me thinks that it is what makes it, and the parts and pieces are what holds it together. Like a cat with its tail, whiskers, and paws

Another part of me thinks that a thing is what you make of it, like a desk: the  broken Mike Piazza bubble head, the mini pencil that's on it's last tip, and the dirt stains on the floor below for that time you went for a walk in the rain.

No your wrong, parts are held together by the things they are made of like the old "The Game Of Life" board that's on your shelf. The pieces and cards make up the game and when you play it you will need all those pieces to do it.

But in life you need something to be sentimental about, not only will you be happy but it gives you hope. To use your example of "The Game Of Life" board, sure those bits and pieces don't have much and they are needed. But they have meaning to each person, like the guy who always goes for the blue piece because that's his favorite color. Or the person who decides they don't need college and they said "it's because I'm none conformist"


The moral of this conversation is to prove to people that life is like a house, a house is made of rooms, doors, and windows but each house is different because each house has a story. Every door has been opened to see what treasures lie within, every window has been looked at and sometimes looked through,and every room has been built to fit the owners vision. Happiness grows.
Jon gregg
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