To hold up the Wall or build a bridge?

It could only be one of the two

The wall promised protection from everything that was yet to come

It had kept the scars of memories hidden for years

Gave a sense of security and comfort

Yet, it also stopped chance

Maybe this time if we chose differently

It would end up being right

A bridge.

The thought of building one brought hope.

Maybe it would connect us to something we were searching for all this while.

Friendship. Love. Adventure. Success.

A sense of purpose, a new goal.

The idea of endless possibilities made our hearts beat faster

But so did the slight fear

Of being disappointed by the same expectations.

But that’s when it struck me –

It wasn’t about building something new

Nor was it about holding up what already existed.

It was about destruction.

A bridge could be burned easily.

But a wall.

A wall could take a Lifetime.

And a lifetime seemed scary.

Build a bridge, we finally said.

And ever since, we’ve never looked back.

The walls? We let them down.

And watching them fall was the best decision we ever made.