THE BUILDER IN ME

I'm an architect. I specialise in castle design and construction. Building castles in the air is my passion. I lay out the drawing paper of my life is front of me, on the table of imagination and ponder over the design I have in mind, for a while. Then, I draw an outline of my hopes and aspirations. Once the outline is there, I try and draw every single line of my hopes, with precision. I dont want anything to go wrong which can be attributed to an architectural fault.
After I've completed the design, the builder in me springs up. The foundation of dreams is laid and I start building the castle upon it. The pillars of hope, the parapet of expectations, etc. come into existence one by one.
One fine day when I'm at my peak, the "castle in the air" is complete. It looks so marvellous, an architectural masterpiece. No sooner do I feel content and commend the builder in me, that, the castle crumples down. Obviously, how can I expect it to be erect all the while when the foundation itself wasn't strong enough? How can a foundation of dreams be possibly laid? But, this doesn't deter me from continuing in this business. I'm an architect. I specialise in castle design and construction. Building castles in the air is my passion.