The chocolate cardboard house is not as fragile as it looks. Sure you can step on in and make it crumble. But like a bun that comprises of the perfect dough and the most attentive baking, it gets right back into its original shape once the pressure is withdrawn. Every mark that remains is a reminder and reassurance of its strength. And like grains of rice, everyday it ages, its worth increases. It may look like nothing to you from the outside, but on the inside its a world cold golden walls could never contain.
This post is a reminder to me, before i step into another downer, as to why i choose to be what i chose to be.