I embellished the moss, painted pictures to cover the cracks, and made the neglected wall presentable to the world.
Yet, one more crack appeared, and I wondered, if the wall needs repair or a fresh coat of paint.
I am a writer, and the wall represents my soul.
Written for Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Six
https://only100words.xyz/2016/12/15/three-line-tales-week-forty-six/
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The cracks, they will always be there.. 🙂 Good one.. 🙂
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Thank you, Prakash! Cracks need to be accepted and addressed, before they remain or vanish.
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Agree! 🙂
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I was taught that flaws are ways to build character. And character makes us who we are as individuals.
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I once asked my mother why people needed to have flaws, she told me that night that if we didn’t, we’d all be the same, those cracks and each one’s way of dealing with them was what made us us
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Great! This is like the lines on an ageing face, giving it character. All Botox-ed faces look equally perfect. The way one dresses to conceal the imperfections create a unique style. Standard size models all look indistinguishable. But this is something one learns with maturity. Youth tends to imitate and fit in, rather than create a unique slot.
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And to fit in was one of the things my parents taught me to avoid. They told me to laugh if i felt like it, not to suppress my surprise and to never be stingy with compliments. They taught me that it was a difficult road if you stood out, but it was also worth it!
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