Drowned Bricks

If you pick up a brick, your arm will be quite comfortable. It is only after some time that your arm begins to hurt and weaken. Our minds are much the same.

It is when we achieve security that things fall apart, always. 

We only feel how tired we truly are when we stop. If we’ve been lost in the ocean battling the waves upon waves it’s when we fall upon the wet sand that we sleep. Only then our hearts give out from the struggle.