The other night I was lying awake in bed and like any normal night I was
messaging my friend Becky. I was lying there, enclosed in the darkness thinking about my
gcse options and what I want to be and achieve and it suddenly hit me that I
was nobody. I came to the realisation that I want to be all these amazing
things and I want to have all these amazing talents and I just can’t say I do
right now. I thought to myself, if I die tomorrow, what have I achieved in my
life? What will people say I did? And I felt really sad. I told Becky this and
she told me "of course you are not just anybody, you are you".
Well...I am me but who am I. I've become so engrossed in finding myself and
figuring out who I am instead of who I want to be. I told Becky "well, Of
course I'm me but I am nothing. If you had a brick and you named the brick Sam
then Sam is simply a brick and there’s nothing more to him" And she had a
pretty good answer for that in my opinion.

So it turns out that Sam isn’t just a brick...He has a story. He has
been cemented along with other bricks who he shares his life with. He has
helped be a part of things that are startling. He had been part of a house. And
one day when he is crumbling, He will have a story. Everyone has a story in the end.

Who would have thought that a brick could influence me....?