I excelled at building fortresses and then blowing them up in imaginary battles. Growing up, I felt confident in my abilities, but adulthood brought boards and bricks!
But is it fair? As children, we loved building sandcastles and constructing with wooden blocks. It was easy to create with sand and cubes, and if we failed, we could tear it down and start again.
God gave me two left hands! I’ve always envied those skilled individuals who can fix, assemble, or paint anything with ease. My attempts at creating anything usually resulted in chaos, proving the law of nature.
That’s why I had to rely on my intellect to earn a living and win hearts, honing my mind through chess, math, and other pursuits often dismissed by humanitarians.
You can’t just slap them together and say, “Done!” Once you’ve built a crooked house or even a simple stool, you can’t easily rebuild it like we did with blocks. And destroying something so complex feels wasteful.
Even if you're not planning to blow things up but want to build a house or gazebo for your family, it’s incredibly challenging. You either become a contractor yourself or pay those whose expertise I question. Every time I discussed a project with them, we agreed on its complexity and the incredible skills, time, and money required—whether it’s a skyscraper or a garden fence. I agreed, but I always felt cheated