It is a strange thing, being a wall

It’s a strange thing, being a wall that can talk. You hear and see things that no one else does, and yet you can’t do anything to stop what’s happening in front of you. You’re just an observer, a passive participant in the drama of life.

I’ve been in this same spot for years now, watching the comings and goings of people in this old house. I’ve seen it all - joy, sadness, love, heartbreak, and everything in between. But the most remarkable thing I’ve seen was the day they moved in.

It was a young couple, full of energy and excitement. They had just purchased the house, and they were eager to make it their own. They started by painting the walls a bright, cheerful yellow, which made me feel alive and fresh.

The wife was a gardener, and she spent countless hours tending to her garden in the front yard. She would come inside and tell her husband about the different plants she had planted and how they were doing. They would sit in front of me, sipping tea and talking about their dreams for the future.

As the years went by, I watched them grow and change. They had two children, a boy and a girl, who would play games in front of me. I could hear their laughter and the sound of their feet as they ran around the room. The family would celebrate birthdays and holidays in front of me, and I would watch as they opened presents and sang songs.

But as time passed, I also saw the cracks in their happiness. I heard the arguments and the tears, the frustration, and the disappointment. The couple grew distant, and they would sit in silence, staring at the wall across from me.

It was during one of these silent moments that I realized something strange was happening. I could feel a tingling sensation, like a vibration, coming from inside me. It was a feeling that I had never experienced before. It was as if I had suddenly come to life.

And then I heard it - a faint whisper that seemed to be coming from the wall next to me. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but as the whisper grew louder, I realized that it was the wall talking to me.

We started talking to each other, the wall and I. We talked about the family and their struggles, and we shared our observations of the world around us. It was a strange and wonderful experience, and I felt more alive than I had ever felt before.

As time went on, the couple grew apart, and they eventually decided to separate. The children grew up and moved away, leaving the house empty and quiet. But the wall and I remained, watching the world outside change around us.

Years passed, and the house was sold to a new family. They painted the walls a cool, calming blue, which made me feel peaceful and serene. They had a new energy about them, and they brought a new life to the house.

The wall next to me started talking to the new wall, and they began to form a friendship of their own. They would whisper to each other, sharing their observations of the new family and their lives.

And as I watched the world around me change, I realized that the most important thing in life is to keep observing and keep talking. Even if you’re just a wall, you can still have a voice and a perspective on the world. You can still witness the joys and the sorrows of life, and you can still be a part of the story.