What does it mean, really, to build something big?
Well, at one point a long time ago, one brick, one nail, one piece made an impact — its own impact, different than any impact made before it — on a firm foundation. That one brick, nail, piece sat alongside a lot of other bricks, and nails, and pieces. Together, they grew.
And along the way they added some different kinds of bricks and nails and pieces. And they grew some more.
And glue would hold unique pieces together. And some would be hidden and some would stand out. But they would still grow, and they grew tall.
And then all of a sudden they were a house. And the house was so strong and so beautiful. The house withheld the trials and the turmoil it faced. And it might have noticed its neighbors and other houses down the road. And it loved every other house it saw because together they made a neighborhood.
And then, finally, the world realized it couldn’t have worked without the brick, the nail, and the piece.
It’s okay to take up the space of just one little brick. You are exactly what the world needs.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing stories inspired by my real and imaginative experiences since I learned at age 7 that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.