I never wanted a castle built for me for saving the frog in the sea who accidentally turned out to be a fairy under a curse. I wanted to build the castle myself, choosing every part of it carefully and consciously, with love and affection. I believe I'd find the bricks and cement in course of life. But I probably was not prepared for the crumbling of the grounds, the natural disasters that have the fair chance to shake the surface. Each day is a learning experience, I'm not sure how much of what I had thought the castle would be made of, will I find, but I still hope to build the castle. Perhaps with different elements. Perhaps on a different ground.