We mistake blueprints for buildings.
Our early years are spent in frantic engineering,
designing complex scaffolding for a future
we haven't met.
We construct robust intellectual frameworks
and formidable 'safe' harbors,
assuming the purpose of our foundation
is to eventually trap the perfect storm.
How ironic that the masterpiece
wasn’t the destination,
but the sheer momentum
of the building itself.
The structure we so diligently fortified
was only ever a viewing platform;
it doesn’t capture the dawn,
it just provides a place
from which to watch it break.
The meaning wasn’t in the final possession,
but in the unstoppable rising.
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