Lazaretto - A Lesson in Structural Engineering

Standing upon a precipice, which has been hewn upon the destiny of my decisions. One path leads to abundance of good, while the other to derision. And I’ve been feeling the desire to muster my actions toward synergy.
But it’s hard to gain momentum without any movement, for if a ball is standing motionless, it can hardly be rolling. Because without the union of weight and velocity, your efforts are mere vanity. And I have been using methodology that is contrary to the governing of physics logicality. An exercise in futility, which has led to redundant insanities.
For the building blocks that compose life are constructed together in the design of the architects choosing. There are many different options, styles, and functions. All of their varieties are good in the proper context, and useful when forged from the appropriate blueprint.
But those that have been built with the influences of lethargy, and disdain, will come crumbling down, and a haunted and barren foundation will remain. Hollow shells of what was thought to have been a structure forged in ingenuity. But now we see the truth of the matter, which is that they built with shoddy materials. Shiny metal I-beams which were nothing more than aluminum, and completely inadequate for bearing structural integrity.
And you built your dream so high to the sky, for all the world to see. All the bells and whistles present, and a valet for parking. The magazines and newspapers published articles, and you were the talk of the town. The social media sphere exploded, claiming; “ The swankiest joint around.”
But to all of our despair, we did come to realize that the entire operation was a nefarious affair. An orchestration of smoke and mirrors, carefully crafted to swindle naïve looky-loos. And little did they know that the master builder was a charlatan. For when it all came tumbling down, many hearts were broken, and the city block you’d come to know, became a desolate wasteland.
And oh how profound is the façade which we intricately mold in order to mask our ugly character.
Instead we should design in the form of a lighthouse, which prevents many people from perishing. And though small in stature, unlike that of the skyscraper, and its seeming insignificance. It houses a beacon of light for redemption, granting many souls a second chance. So hold fast onto that wooden wheel, which directs your destiny, like a ship upon the waters. For they will buck, and ebb, and flow, and do capsize none the wiser.
For our lives are built together as a series of good and bad decisions. Those who build with the good, will complete an everlasting structure. But of those who build with the bad, I have a simple message to relay. Negligence in structural engineering will waste the workman’s wages, and cause the structure of your life’s work to come crashing down in utter ruin.

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