building blocks

You know those things kids play with. They stack them on each other to make stuff? I think that's how things are. I mean the stuff you do, and your life even, is just a bunch of building blocks that you're putting on top of each other. some make it wide, making sure that it won't fall, some make it tall, to get higher faster. But it's always in danger of falling down. A misplaced block, a spasm while adding a block, even if your hand or sleeve just brushes against the structure, everything can come crashing down. There are times when a small structure is left, for you to either go on with, or just scrap altogether. And sometimes, all the blocks fall, leaving nothing at all. Just blocks. Pieces of your life, your memories. Scattered. Broken. You may want to try to collect them and rebuild, but it's never the same. You won't be able to remember which block went where exactly. Or how some blocks supported others. It all makes a world of difference, especially if some blocks, just can't or don't want to be found.