Marc Laflamme

You spend years building a cathedral stone by stone. People admire some parts, criticise others, and many walk away before it’s complete. Yet you’re still laying stones while everyone else thinks the structure should already be finished.

In dust-clad halls I found my name,Not written once, but many times.Upon each door a different hand,Had carved a life through separate lines.One dreamed of stars, one sought esteem,One built ambitions out of sand.One bore the weight of silent years,And one still reached with open hands.I asked them all, “Which one is me?” The corridor replied: “The one who keeps walking.”

Today I wandered through a garden long abandoned, where ivy had claimed the statues and silence had become the caretaker of forgotten things. Upon each weathered stone I found a fragment of myself; the dreamer who believed every door concealed a kingdom, the builder who thought success would answer every question, the wanderer who mistook motion for purpose, and the weary traveller who learned that some treasures arrive only after the search has ended. As twilight gathered among the branches, I asked the fading path which of these men would remain when all seasons had passed, and the wind, passing gently through the leaves, replied that a man is neither his triumphs nor his failures, but the story he continues to write while the world believes the chapter is over.

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To: me
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Bethink your last words, Unknown will the person remain, But your mind will enshrine, Henceforth my secluded colloquy.Remember the memories in the plafond, Where many thoughts were bartered.
An exquisite sense of wisdom; Have I lived.
Time moves on, Which brings diversity, Unfortunately, the time had arrived.
The memories will I muse, Never shall we lose union,
You fill a special place in my heart, Unwanted thoughts beware.
Wish you the best of future, Never astray the one’s you cherish.
The adage was chosen for obscuration and allusion,
“ANTITHESIS OF CRAM, SCRIBBLED”