Why I Love Lego

life is a box of scattered pieces,some searching for gold,some searching for hands.

some fall in love with castles,forgetting they were builtby someone else's hands.

some spend their livesbuilding towers from nothing,with bleeding fingersand dreams no one understands.

but some find a soulwho sits beside them on the floor,who sees no castle,yet stays to build one more.

and maybe that's the difference—not the height,not the gold,not the beauty of the walls,but who remainswhen the whole thing falls.

for a borrowed castlewill never feel like home,and a lonely kingdomcan feel like stone.

but a thousand broken pieces,in the hands of two,can become a little worldthat belongs to both of you.

so don't search for a finished castle.don't fear the empty floor.find the one who sees the piecesand still asks,