Shaping our lives.

We make or break things.
We pick up the broken pieces and try to put them together again.
We try to mend and glue together fragmented pieces of ourselves.
We scoop up the shapeless form and try to make recognizable shapes and forms to make sense of our lives.
Are we the creator of our lives?
Music massages our souls, and let them resonate in our beings.
We crave for messages from our beloved.
To be soothed and bathed in comforting thoughts.
Cracked vessels of yesterday were forlorn forms discarded on shelves, hidden from view.
We made them and are not able to throw them away.
Imprints of past designs thought us valuable lessons.
Can we form shapes for our hopes and desires?
Shapes of being, depictions of our intent.
Are we making enough?
Have we enough material and faith to shape our lives?