Buliding the Life

Building the life :
Recently I read this small story which I would like to share it with you all. Thanks to the unknown author.

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by. The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career. When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you."The carpenter was shocked! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!

How I relate this:
I feel that this story is written for me or by seeing me. If I look back, I have a combinations of hard work, stupidness, ignorance, mistakes, helplessness, over smart, dumb, something different & over friendly characters which has made me what I am today. Most of the time I feel I should have not done something or should have done differently, many times I dint had a clue what I am doing. Was stuck many times to decide “ is am I doing it right or wrong”. Always I wished I had a god father, who could have guided me hour by hour, day & night, Monday to Sunday and I would have simply followed, but that’s not called Life isn’t ?

A small poem from my side: ( OMG, you have to bear a poet as well !!!)
I wish I had an eraser,
really big one,
so that I could have gone back and erased few mistakes,
I wish I had a pen,
very nice one,
so that I could have written something’s very differently,
I don’t have both today,
But my mind says, I can always buy one,
For the rest of the life is the shop called “ Hope”
which never closes & never out of stock !!!