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Walls

I was reading ‘what the dog saw’ (its first few pages) and I decided to write about something that I totally had no interest in. Something that didn’t fascinate me. I just wanted to see how far I can go with this and also try something quite new. Anyway, while thinking about it, I was staring at the wall in front of me and I thought, lets talk about walls. So inner me says, yeah, lets do this then I’m asking ‘what about walls is going to interest you?’



I began to imagine what the first people to build walls were thinking of when they built their first wall. I don’t know how old walls are but I’m grateful for walls. Imagine you and your family had to share a big house with the neighbors and the each family knew their boundaries by footstep measurements, it definitely won’t be great at all. If your bathroom had no wall separating it from the kitchen and your room was not separate from your parents’ or kids’, not funny yeah? I know right!

The need for that physical demarcation is probably why the physical demarcation has advanced into emotional demarcation. How would it be if everyone could hear your thoughts without you saying them aloud? Not nice, no? There are a lot of things we don’t say aloud, we say them in our minds only. We mentally kill people sometimes though they remain alive physically. It is a good thing that people can only see as much as we’re willing to show them and even when they seem to see through us, its as a result of walls that aren’t strong enough.

The unfortunate part in this is that there are some people we should break down our walls for but instead, some of us leave the walls as high as it can get. We should allow some people who deserve it to see through our walls while some people should not even be able to peep through talk less of coming in.

Anyway, I’ll stop here. I hope you’ve learnt a thing or two from this.



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